I spent yesterday being literary at Tatton Hall - the highlight of the day was a poetry reading by
Wendy Cope, but there was also an interesting discussion about 'Get into Reading', a way of using reading groups with different groups such as people with dementia, mental health problems, learning disabilities, by reading books aloud on a weekly basis and then discussing them - I wondered whether this would work on my estate as a way of bringing different people together, but think I'll probably never find time to implement it...
Char March also read a story she had written about her relationship with her mother - as I was at the even with my mother, it was interesting to think about how our relationship has changed and how it might change in the future.
So here's my favourite poem Wendy read:
Names
She was Eliza for a few weeks
When she was a baby -
Eliza Lily. Soon it changed to Lil.
Later she was Miss Stewart in the baker's shop
And then 'my love', 'my darling', Mother.
Widowed at thirty, she went back yo work
As Mrs Hand. Her daughter grew up,
Married and gave birth.
Now she was Nanna. 'Everybody
Calls me Nanna,' she would say to visitors.
And so they did - friends, tradesmen, the doctor.
In the geriatric ward
They used the patients' Christian names.
'Lil,' we said, 'or Nanna,'
But it wasn't in her file
And for those last bewildered weeks
She was Eliza once again.