from my grandmother to my mother and my mother to me

By Fleurette Elizabeth Rogers and Susan Helen Butt

These are the songs my mother sang, with that old-fashioned melody, There are no all the world, Like the songs my mother sang to me.


New Playlist for Griff and Marjorie, still in my heart.. x


Marjorie and my mum on her wedding day. May all three of you be together again. X

very sad news-

our wonderful author Fleurette Elizabeth Rogers died in her sleep on Sunday night- She will be greatly missed by all- I hope at last she found her lost daddy ……


Oh England, my Lionheart . Kate Bush

Oh England, my Lionheart,

I’m in your garden fading fast in your arms,

The soldiers soften,

The war is over,

The air raid shelters are blooming clover,

Flapping Umbrellas fill the lanes,

My London Bridge in rain again,

Oh England, my Lionheart,

Peter Pan steals the kids in Kensington Park,

You read me Shakespeare on the Rolling Thames,

That old river poet that never ever ends,

Our Thumping hearts hold Ravens in,

and keep the towers from tumbling in,

Dropped from my black Spitfire to my funeral barge,

Give me one wish and I’ll be wassailing in the orchard with my English Rose,

Or with my shepherd who’ll bring me home.

Kate Bush.

In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own

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