tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082789551941991642.post4540856605252703823..comments2023-10-12T04:13:20.111-07:00Comments on Jean Hendy-Harris Writes....: A Constant Approach To MatrimonyJean Hendy-Harrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15500149615888789576noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082789551941991642.post-29622583610858964132017-04-13T04:50:53.379-07:002017-04-13T04:50:53.379-07:00Subhamstu is a growing kamma matrimony website, ma...Subhamstu is a growing kamma matrimony website, matrimony service <br />exclusive for kamma's around the world. Search kamma brides,kamma grooms and kamma community matching profiles for your life partner here.<a href="https://subhamastu.co/" rel="nofollow">Kamma Matrimony</a><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15480286148367938936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3082789551941991642.post-17517382248756438362017-03-10T01:06:37.556-08:002017-03-10T01:06:37.556-08:00My mother, Eileen, was born in the front first-flo...My mother, Eileen, was born in the front first-floor room at the Queen's Head on 10 February 1925. Her parents, Herbert and Elsie Denby, owned the pub. My Great Aunt Bell (or possibly my Great-Grandmother, the story varies) was sweeping out the sawdust in the public bar with the pet cockatoo on her shoulder and somehow managed to catch it a smart blow on the back of the head with the end of the broom-handle, killing it stone dead. It was subsequently stuffed and continued its residence behind the bar!<br />My mother told how as a child she was, against strict instructions, swinging her long-handled bag round and round out the back of the pub when it sailed away and plunged into the pit. There were many 'I told you so-s'.<br />When the pub became a Thai restaurant we took her there for her 85th birthday and the proprietor took us upstairs to see the room where she was born (and where she and her elder sister, Iris, were nursed through scarlet fever, with a blanket with its lower edge residing in a trough of disinfectant acting as the door to the improvised isolation ward). The pub is now an Indian restaurant and this February on her 92nd birthday we sadly concluded that it would be her last visit there as her dementia is now so advanced she no longer has any idea where she is.Felicity Spencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02771625657616688599noreply@blogger.com