While she was still alive, we'd usually all come together for Christmas, squash into our old house, eat too much, reminisce and enjoy each others company. Since there weren't quite so many of us then, we could all just about fit into the same car and go off in the afternoon for an outing. My mother would sit happily in the passenger's seat, listening to the radio.
Our local radio station had its firm favourites and a short playlist. That year it, like the rest of us, had been impressed by Titanic. Wherever we went, the blasted song would come on before we'd reached the end of our road and my mother would pipe up , "Who's that singing?". And everybody would chorus, "It's Celine Dion, Granny".
The other day I was sitting in the hairdresser's, trying to remain positive about my fringe, when there was something about the song on the radio … "Who's that singing?".
Yes of course, it was Celine Dion and her new song, whatever it's called…….
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You know, I don't even ask any more. They might as well say John Jones. And there probably is some wrapper out there with that name.
I used to say I'll never say/do/be that when I grow up. And then I grew up, and it worked -until I had children. Then one day I heard myself saying something and stopped, shocked, in mid sentence to look in the mirror to check if my mother'd look back....Scary stuff!
Your mother would be proud.
I'm sure she's laughing softly somewhere. I cut my fringe; now I am too embarrassed to go to the hairdresser to sort it out.
Will you drop me a note at jnoragon@gmail.com.
Thanks!
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