Yellow Memories

‘ 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

sunshine flowers

Yellow. The colour of sunshine

The colour of the jumper Mammy knit for me when I was eight

yellow jumper

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

turf 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.

buttercup under chin

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.

crab apple jelly crab apples

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

Smiley yellow faces surrounded by a bonnet of white leavesdaisy chain braceletdaisy chain crown

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.

cowslips in jar

”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

altar our lady

We felt so Holy.

Other months we just sang pop songs off the radio.

kids singing

About trishnugentwriter

A wife and mother of four who writes and acts as much as she can in between the housework and shopping. I have been published in 'Irelands Own' 'Intallaght' and 'Tallaght Echo'. I have won prizes for poetry including 1st place in The Bealtaine Writing comp in 2012.I'm a member of drama group in 'An Cosan' in Tallaght and also 'Platform One' Writers group in Rua Red.
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3 Responses to Yellow Memories

  1. carolannwrites says:

    Always loved yellow. Now I know why. It brings back lovely memories.

  2. Susan Condon says:

    So bright and bubbly, Trish – just like you 🙂

  3. Ah thanks girls..Can’t believe tomorrow is the last day…and I’ve nothing written….and no idea what to write….eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek :o\

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