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WELCOME

Community
Newsletter.
to
the first edition
of the Kilnhurst
Choir
turned into
Jenny
Newman:
Just
keep
singing

weeks, it’s good to find

Thanks to those who
have contributed this
time. We love your sto-
ries so keep them com-
ing.
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NOTES
As the days of isolation different ways of shar- Keep singing,
ISSUE 1
and social distancing ing our lives together. my friends. SPRING 2020
I REMEM-
BER when I
a was a little Kilnhurst Community Choir

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girl, I
learned Gyp-
sies, Tramps
and Thieves
Lesley Asquith
by Cher. My
dad said we could go in
a singing competition.
I practiced for weeks

Memories in the Music Box

with the hairbrush in
front of the mirror. I
never got to sing it in
public. I don’t know if
this was a blessing but By Cath Ratcliffe
I was so disappointed. recalling are ones of times where early dates, it also evokes the
LISTENING to a song can bring the ground was less shaky, when smell of his aftershave of choice
back some pretty intense memo- I was feeling a little more secure at that time.
I WOULD like
ries – your first kiss, your first car than I am right now. Here are a Now here is a strange one the
to suggest
two of my
ride, your first heartbreak or few of mine: first song I sang to my daughter
favourite happy moments with the family. In The Yellow within hours of her being born
songs to add times of hardship a lot of people Rose of Texas, was an old Scottish folk song writ-
to the list. turn to the music of their youth for the man from ten by Robert Burns in 1796 “Will
I find them
Pam Sanders
solace. Almost all sensory expe- L a r a m i e
both uplifting ye go the Highlands Leezie Lind-
riences can trigger nostalgia (1955) sung by
in a way that ‘Hold on say Will ye go to the Highlands wi'
In the situation we currently find Gary Miller,
Tight’ does
ourselves in where we have time me; Will ye go to the Highlands
evokes the
1). ‘Shine’ by Take That Leezie Lindsay, My pride and my
2). ‘Keeping the Dream
to sit and think I wonder if any of memory of my
you are remembering things of Cath Ratcliffe Mum singing darling to be”
Alive’ by Freiheit
the past? Then suddenly a few while dusting, These examples are linked to
words from a song and before we the smell of stew and bread bak- those that I have loved of security
I LOVE the
know it we are transported to an- ing. of hope and on reflection I under-
song ‘you
are my sun- other place and time. Killing me Softly sung by Roberta stand why they are in my memory
shine my This has been happening to me Flack reminds me of dancing with and why now the key is turned in
only sun- and I realise that the songs I am my late husband on one of our the music box

A Little Mixed
shine ‘
it reminds
me of my
Mavis Skipper
husband
WRITTEN

by Mike
Reid and
Alan
Shamblin,
I Can’t Pauline Walsh
Make You Love Me,
recorded by Bonnie Raitt,
is a beautiful song. The
melody is extremely mov-
ing, recorded with piano
accompaniment from
Bruce Hornsby, but the
words are so powerful and
so achingly sad.
There is no disputing the
fact that, no matter how
much you care for some-
one, you can’t make them
feel the same way, and
neither can they. It’s just
how it is!!
Up
A poem by Mick Coles
JUST a line to say I’m living,
That I’m not among the dead,
Though I’m getting more forgetful,
And mixed up in my head.
I’ve got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I’m resigned.
I can manage my bifocals
But, oh God, I miss my mind!
For sometimes I don’t remember,
At the bottom of the stairs
If I was going up for something,
Or if I just came down from there.
And before the fridge so often,
My poor mind is filled with doubt –
Have I put the food away …
Or come to take some out?
There are times when it is dark
And my nightcap’s on my head By Glynn Walker
I don’t know if I’m retiring
Or just getting out of bed. THE World doesn’t
need us, as much as
we need her.
So if it’d my turn to write to you,
In this period of isola-
There’s no need in getting sore. tion and panic buying,
I may think that I have written She heals herself ….
And I don’t want to be a bore. No planes flying,
No ships sailing,
Please remember that I love you No us travelling,
And I wish that you were here, No pollution,
But now its nearly mail time No nothing!!!
So I must say goodbye, my dear. Just time, moving on
without us.
The World is in hiber-
Now here I stand beside the mail-
nation, while she
box
heals.
With my face so very red, She doesn’t need us!
Instead of mailing you my letter
She doesn’t need us!
I have opened it instead!