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- Herausgeber: Brandon
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Alice Taylor brings the reader with her on her 80th birthday year. Alice had a big birthday on the horizon, the village was about to celebrate many milestones, and she had just received the gift of a book focusing her on the art of living well. So she decided to write about her year as it unfolded, to keep a journal of the big events, and record the twists and turns normal life brings to all of us in just one year. But 2018 turned out to be far from normal, with storms, snow blizzards, blistering sun, severe drought and water shortages. She describes the challenges of all these dramatic weather changes. Alice began the year wondering how she would feel about reaching eighty. She was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was just another milestone on a journey that is still varied and interesting. Here she writes about these feelings, and the many pleasant and challenging events of her eightieth year.
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About Alice Taylor’s other books
And Time Stood Still ‘Warmed my heart and reminded me of the value of family, friendship and community.’ Irish Independent
Tea and Talk ‘A delight.’The Sean O’Rourke Show, RTÉ Radio 1
Do You Remember? ‘Magical … Reading the book, I felt a faint ache in my heart … I find myself longing for those days … This book is important social history … remembering our past is important. Alice Taylor has given us a handbook for survival. In fact, it is essential reading.’Irish Independent
And Life Lights Up ‘Alice’s beautiful and captivating writing is an act of mindfulness in itself, and she shares her favourite moments in life, encouraging us to ponder our own. Alice also inspires the reader to be attentive to the here and now and embrace moments as they arise. A beautiful and enchanting book by a bestselling and celebrated author.’Mummypages
For more books by Alice Taylor, see www.obrien.ie
Dedication
In memory of my father, who planted trees, nurtured his land and the wildlife on it and advised us not to upset the balance of nature.
Contents
Introduction
The joy of anticipation
Awaiting dreams’ realisation
Looking forward is the fun
Of happy things yet to come.
We open the door into a New Year with a certain sense of anticipation. This anticipation is the pearl within the oyster of our lives which lights up the present and gives a beckoning forward finger to the future. It entices us on with a sense of hope in our hearts and brings an added glow to our lives. Maybe it is one of the reasons why we should plant a few uplifting experiences into the year ahead to which we can look forward with a sense of excitement in our hearts.
Children are masters of the art of anticipation as they look forward to Santa, their birthdays and holidays. They pack huge enjoyment into occasions before they ever happen. As we grow older we may lose that sense of anticipation. Perhaps standing on the threshold of a new year is a good time to rekindle the flame. That is why at the beginning of 2018 I put two places to visit on my bucket list.
Then, as the year unfolded it turned up some surprises of its own. It was the year of the Big Snow. The year of the Scorching Heat Wave. The year of the Pope. For me and probably for you 2018 was a mixture of many things.
However, for me 2018 was an extra special year because I had a big birthday on the horizon, though my birthdays have always been occasions to which I have given very little attention. Birthdays in our family were never the cause of any great excitement. They came and went without too much notice being paid to them. This year, however, with a big one on the horizon, everyone felt that we should do something special to mark the occasion. But I was quite prepared to let this birthday like all the others pass me by with the minimum of fuss – and warned all around me that the last thing I wanted was a surprise birthday party or any such thing. How lacking in a sense of occasion and anticipation was that?
Still, maybe it was this big birthday that caused me to decide in January 2018 to write about the happenings of the year as they unfolded. Big things and little things. The book would depend on what the year brought along.
Also, in January the Captain’s Log kicked me into introducing a sense of a planned voyage into my life, and then a goose that arrived late for Christmas got me sizzling. And so the year rolled out, unfolding the ordinary and the extraordinary. When the Big Snow whirled in during March many people had never before seen the likes of it. But for me it brought back childhood memories of 1947, the year of the last Big Snow.
Back then we had never heard of double glazing and the bitter cold seeped in through rattling windows and under draughty doors, and we gathered around the kitchen fire with our coats on to keep warm. That snow lasted for many, many weeks and blanketed the entire country under huge six-foot-deep drifts. The burning heatwave which followed in July was the same pattern as 2018. But seventy years ago there were no water shortages as back then very few homes had a piped water supply and on the farm the heatwave did not affect the natural water supply of springs and wells from the depths of the land. Last year, however, it was a different story and for the first time many of us had to become water-use conscious. A water-hose ban came into place, a new experience for us Irish.
Then the Pope came to Ireland for the World Meeting of Families and one wonders how he will remember our ‘céad míle fáilte’. Donald Trump strutted his stuff on the world stage while Stormont kept its curtains closed. We in the South prayed that common sense would prevail as we watched with consternation the Brexit debate convulse our nearest neighbours in Westminster into total disarray. If they jumped blindly overboard the backwash could have dire consequences for us.
In the meantime, here in Innishannon life went on and we celebrated many milestones. The Parish Hall was built by voluntary labour in 1968, an inconceivable achievement in today’s world, and was now fifty years in action. Our local Tidy Towns group got going that year as well, which was ten years after the establishment of the national Tidy Towns organisation which has contributed in no small way to the development of Irish tourism. Like many other places in rural Ireland, both the Parish Hall and Tidy Towns have enriched parish living over the years. Our annual Christmas magazine, Candlelight, was in its 35th edition of recording the observations and remembrances of our parish. Many other parishes have similar publications, and what a valuable historical archive they are for each place.
Also, I got to visit two places that were on my bucket list: St Mel’s Cathedral in Longford and Ballyfin demesne in County Laois, one catering for the divine and the other the human – but both food for the body and soul. And to a place of total self-indulgence, Kelly’s of Rosslare! All these places were a joy to visit.
So come back with me to 2018 and enjoy some of the big events and also some of the funny, quirky little things and unexpected surprises that are all part of everyday living as time goes by.
The Captain’s Log
Do you believe in New Year resolutions? I am never quite sure how to answer that question. Maybe every New Year I do have vague intentions of getting certain things done, but I never quite follow up on them. But this year fate stepped in and I was hauled on board a very committed direct line.
In the dying days of 2017 I was attending an Anthony De Mello day in the Nano Nagle Centre in Mallow and after lunch, while I was collecting a cup of tea from a self-service table, a pleasant woman standing beside me asked, ‘Did you know Dan and Nellie Brown?’, referring to a couple from my childhood home town. ‘Oh yes,’ I told her, ‘they had the corner shop in our town.’ And that was the sum total of our chat!
However, a few weeks later, a packet wrapped in good-quality cardboard arrived in the post. The wrapping was pretty impressive and gave the sense of something important within. So I cautiously eased a small, pointed knife along the edges, careful not to damage whatever was inside. Then I gently took out the contents. It was a book. But this was no ordinary book. It was a book bound in soft, rich brown leather. Embossed in gold into the cover was the image of a ship’s anchor. Holding the book closed was an elegant, elasticated brown ribbon attached to the top and bottom of the back and stretching comfortably around the front cover. Wrapped over the lower half of the book, linking the front to the back cover, was a band of glossy, rich golden paper. On this paper was the emblem of a ship’s steerage wheel, and under it was printed ‘The Captain’s Log’. Beneath that, in smaller print: ‘A journal for Life’s Journey’. Protruding from the base of the book were three bookmarks, colour-coordinated in a rich brown, gold and cream. The entire production was a tastefully blended, elegant object. I ran my hands gently and slowly over this lovely leather creation. It felt gorgeous! It was an impressive production. But what was it all about?
Before opening the book, I examined it carefully and at the back, on the golden flap, was printed the following: ‘A simple structured journal that helps you strike a balance between being productive and just being.’ It listed the contents and aims of the journal. The aims were to help you:
Live with purpose
Set meaningful goals
Cultivate gratitude
Build positive habits
Stay motivated and productive.
‘Wow!’ I gasped. Was all this possible? Sounded great, but how was all this supposed to happen? But I was to learn that ‘happen’ was the wrong word, ‘be accomplished’ would have been a better description. Full of curiosity, I opened up this amazing book that promised so much. Inside was a note from the woman I had met in Mallow, telling me that her son had compiled The Captain’s Log. On the very first page was a space for your name giving you an immediate sense of ownership. Then came an arresting quote from ‘Invictus’, by William Ernest Henley:
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Then a page that left you under no illusions as to who was responsible for the success of this voyage. It spelt it out:
‘The captain’s log has been used for centuries on the high seas to help determine the direction a ship has travelled. It was an essential tool for the ship’s navigation and was filled in daily. Similarly, this journal can be a useful tool for your journey through life. Here you are the captain and if you want to move forward in life, what could be more valuable than knowing who you are, the path that you’re on and your strategy for getting there? This is what the captain’s log aims to help you answer.’
‘Aye, Aye, Captain!’
Then came some pages of profound wisdom, quoting sages and philosophers from the past and indeed the present. It made for very stimulating reading.
Then came the hard bit, the plan for your own voyage. This basically consisted of a monthly, weekly and daily plan for the next six months. You decided on what it was you desired most to achieve in your life; you set out your plan and then kept a daily, weekly and monthly record. The secret was to plan your priorities each night and to structure your day with your priorities in mind, beginning in the morning: ‘Win the morning and you win the day.’
I read it a few times to come to grips with the whole thing. It made for fascinating reading, but it was a daunting undertaking and not for the faint-hearted. It claimed that in order for any undertaking to become a habit, you had to do it between twenty-one and sixty-six times, and then it became an established habit which you did almost effortlessly. You followed the book faithfully for six months. At the end of the six months you were on course, and you had established your desired outcomes as a regular habit.
This was not a vague voyage on which you set out with no sense of direction. On this voyage you nailed your colours to the mast, then set sail. And it was not a case of ‘all hands on deck’. You were the only hands on deck! You were the captain and the crew, and you planned your voyage with meticulous care. Each night you filled in your log so that the following day you were guaranteed to reach your desired destination. There was nothing left to chance. At the end of each week, and again each month, you did a similar assessment. It all made great sense!
But would it work? There was only one way to find out and that was to get on board. So, with my Captain’s Log, I planned my voyage for the following six months.
On 1 January 2018 I set sail … see you when I land on 1 July.
Goosey, Goosey, Gander
As I was trying to get my head around saying goodbye to the old year, an abandoned goose found her way to me in a rather unusual fashion. She heralded her arrival in through an upstairs bedroom window. If I was an alert captain I would have thrown her overboard.
It was one of those misty, overcast days between the Christmasses when the world waits for its soul to catch up. I crawled, sleepy-headed, out of bed and on glancing through the window to determine the state of the world outside, noticed that the window box on the sill, where the spring primroses and bulbs were attempting to shoulder their way up through the sodden soil, was in the need of some attention. So I opened the window and as I began my rescue operation, a voice from the street below called up, ‘Do you want a goose for the Little Christmas?’ My neighbour, John, who has a butcher’s shop further down the street was passing by and decided that this might be an opportune moment to offload a leftover Christmas goose.
