‘ Y’ Day 25 and the penultimate day of A to Z blogging. I’ve had a lovely journey and lovely memories of friends made and blogs visited.
When I think of the colour yellow it brings back lovely memories of my childhood
Yellow. The colour of sunshine
The colour of the jumper Mammy knit for me when I was eight
So soft and fluffy
I’d sit beside her,holding the ball of wool
as she clicked away on her knitting needles in front of the fire
I’d watch the yellow and golden flames
licking up the chimney on the cold winter evenings.
My jumper was for Christmas
To wear under the tartan pinafore she’d made.
Flecks of yellow dotted through the greens and blues.
Buttercups in the summer.
We’d hold them under each others chins
If the yellow reflected, that meant you liked butter.
Sure, who didn’t like butter?
We just didn’t get enough of it.
Mammy wouldn’t use margarine, except to bake cakes.
If we had no butter, we just got jam on our bread.
Homemade jam of course.
Made from the blackberries we collected
in the hedgerows up the back fields.
Or crab apple jelly from the apples in my friends grannys garden.
Dandelions. Mammy hated them
We called them ‘pee in the beds’
If you ate them you would wet the bed.
Why would anyone want to eat a dandelion?
Daisys were always my favourite
We’d make daisy chains
Bracelets for our arms,
Crowns for our heads
Slit the stem with the edge of your nail,
push another stem through.
Just like threading a needle.
Cowslips for the May altar.
Pale yellow bunches in jamjars,
Placed in front of the picture of our Lady
up on the landing cupboard.
”May is the month of Mary”
We’d sing with our hands pressed together,
or ”Queen of the May”
During May we always sang hymns
We felt so Holy.
Other months we just sang pop songs off the radio.