Sadly my dear old friend Betty died recently. Perhaps not something that will stir the emotions of many Shots fans, but for me her death secured the importance of my own piece of her life.
Betty, who was born just two years after the outbreak of the Great War, and then decorated for her work in the Fire Service during the Second, moved to East Anglia when her husband left the frenetic BBC newsroom in London for the tranquillity of regional television.
And her great passion…well other than red wine …was to be immersed in an ocean of crafts - crochet, knitting, sewing, dress making, spinning and weaving. Somehow producing her most brilliant ‘stuff’ when she was gently drunk.
I didn’t really want the hat. Perhaps it didn’t quite fit my mid twenties ‘trendy’ image. ‘But then I suppose it will be warm. And it is an excellent replacement for the one I threw away ten years ago’, I thought to myself as I was presented with the ‘bobble hat’ just in time for the Shrewsbury Town Cup replay in 1979.
And it has seen some action in the last thirty years………
I will be at Crewe tomorrow, wearing the ‘bobble’, but in my mind I will carry just the simple image of Betty which I 'recorded' late last year….…
’Betty sat back in her chair, looked out over the haunting beauty of Blythburgh Marshes and then softly closed her eyes…..it was time to leave her in the shroud of her own memories.’ - A Shot from Wales, 14th November 2008.
Friday, 18 September 2009
The ‘bobble hat’ lives on…..
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