to Jen Jen

Aye Ruby I’m a Welsh lass, from good working class stock and from Neath way too. I might be in England now but all celts know that the celtic land they hail from will always be home, it’s in the heart and soul.

I must share a story with you, I think you’ll appreciate it. My grandfather lived in the valleys just outside Neath, he was a proud welsh man, a native welsh speaker and working class done well by our standards. When he died we all came back for the funeral from the various parts of the country where we’d been scattered. Well at the time I was living near Huntingdon and John Major was the prime minister and our local MP. I also had an aunt who lived about 4 miles up the road from me that I’d never met, and I was to meet her for the first time at my gramps funeral. Well in swanked this woman in designer clothes, dripping with jewels, and my great aunt nudged me and said “that’s your aunty Betty”. The funeral took place and as is the welsh tradition, we all went back to the house afterwards to have a drink and share our memories and so on. Everyone was getting on just fine, my aunt was holding court in the front room (or parlour as we still called it) boasting to anyone who would listen how well her and her husband were doing, about their new car, their exotic holidays and so on. Then her voice got louder and her voice, with not a trace of a welsh accent, cut through everything as she spoke loudly and boasted “oh yes, John Major is our MP, lovely man, so caring and a man of the people, we had dinner with him and Norma last week, such lovely people…” and she went on for another 5 minutes. She assumed the hush of the room was because people were so impressed at her success and her contacts, until my great uncle spat “bloody Conservatives” and everyone in the room made that low growling murmur of “get them out!” I don’t think I have ever seen someone go so pale, and she barely said a word again until she made her excuses and left after about half an hour.

Wherever you go in this world, whatever path your life takes, always remember where you came from, your roots, your heritage, it keeps you grounded.

There you go again, every time someone shares something of their life, there’s that smartarse remark :roll:

So what, you want a medal? Here ya go!