William and Sandra arrived last night, had a few drinks, and then we were up and away sharp this morning to Blantyre for the funeral of Wee Jeannie, the service being held in the David Livingston Memorial Church - the last time we were there was for Elizabeth and Mat's wedding.
Big, big, turnout for the service, of course with so many Johnston's what else was there to expect. Nice to see my brother and sister's in laws, John, Christine, Robbie and Christina; Joe, Christine; Robert with young Marilyn; Elizabeth, Matt and Alison; Tom Isobel and William ; cousins, aunts and uncles, with Marion and Robert up from Cornwall ; Auntie Rita, Elizabeth and Lorraine , and so on.
Service was a bit strange, the Minister let young Marion say her bit but the did not do his prepared speech which was rather sad as many would have liked a nice summary of Jeannie's life.
She was buried in the same lair as her brother, Uncle Miff, and as Mrs B observed, it was a bit noisy in the cemetery, beside the Expressway - so how are folks expected to rest in peace?
Back to the Parkville for tea , dinner and a chinwag with the family and friends, so many people there and hard to get round everyone. Disappointing for William who had late and early flights so we could not get as much time with the family as we wanted,
Auntie Marion, who was on a cruise in the Caribbean when Jean died was saying that she had woken up during the night with the feeling that Jean had passed through her cabin - and was sure that she had died - these feelings I firmly believe in.
So, very much an end of a legend, one way or another - there will no longer be a safe haven for me in Blantyre where I can gossip with a past Matron in the OES, be fed and watered and made to feel like one of the family.
Big, big, turnout for the service, of course with so many Johnston's what else was there to expect. Nice to see my brother and sister's in laws, John, Christine, Robbie and Christina; Joe, Christine; Robert with young Marilyn; Elizabeth, Matt and Alison; Tom Isobel and William ; cousins, aunts and uncles, with Marion and Robert up from Cornwall ; Auntie Rita, Elizabeth and Lorraine , and so on.
Service was a bit strange, the Minister let young Marion say her bit but the did not do his prepared speech which was rather sad as many would have liked a nice summary of Jeannie's life.
She was buried in the same lair as her brother, Uncle Miff, and as Mrs B observed, it was a bit noisy in the cemetery, beside the Expressway - so how are folks expected to rest in peace?
Back to the Parkville for tea , dinner and a chinwag with the family and friends, so many people there and hard to get round everyone. Disappointing for William who had late and early flights so we could not get as much time with the family as we wanted,
Auntie Marion, who was on a cruise in the Caribbean when Jean died was saying that she had woken up during the night with the feeling that Jean had passed through her cabin - and was sure that she had died - these feelings I firmly believe in.
So, very much an end of a legend, one way or another - there will no longer be a safe haven for me in Blantyre where I can gossip with a past Matron in the OES, be fed and watered and made to feel like one of the family.
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