events
Bagryana and I spend today’s rehearsal working on texts/ideas for a number of events that might form the backbone of Liz’s character’s script…
Being an artist
BP: I was hoping you might tell me about your painting …
LJ: aaaaahhh
BP:When you started?
LJ: I started as soon as I could hold a brush in my hand. I used to be painting nearly all of the time. I don’t remember any time when I didn’t paint. I loved painting.
The first painting that I what? …
I don’t think I do … no, I can’t remember
Meeting her future husband
I met him at a dance, it was a charity ball ..
In those days the Catholics had a charity every year. And the funds I think went to … what’s that society that they look after? St Vincent de Paul.
I met him at a dance, and I went home with him afterwards. Although it was someone else who asked …
and I felt dreadful about that afterwards I might have had the decency to go home with Pat Hamil he lived next door to us he was a nice boy a funny family but a nice boy
It was a charity ball, the catholics used to have them every year for that society that helps people. What was it called? Oh yes.
And we danced.
Swimming in River & Best friend
I haven’t thought for a long time about that. Maybe I did have one. Can’t remember. Yes I did. Yes, she was a good friend of mine … and her family was very good when they were going to the river for a picnic they invited me you know … cause I’d never have got there otherwise … not having a father, no car in the family. They were good, yes, she was very nice … she was a popular girl, wasn’t brilliant at school work, but she got by …
Death of father due to emotion
But he went up … they were having some sort of a … and I saw him off at the station never dreaming that I wouldn’t see him again. He got ill up there … too much emotion. And he … and he died. He was such a sweet man, but god he was hopeless when it came to emotion. I think it was the sadness of his life …
Childhood/Terrible thing he did
It was a terrible thing he did
Forever altered … It will never be the same.
He never found a place for himself.
He had a beautiful smile [pleasurable, not missed or tragic]
Birth of son
So long now I have known you
Felt your heart within my own
Limbs gathering strength.
I waited, breath held, till I
sensed you move beneath my hand,
an added heartbeat to my own.
And as you grew we watched and
both our hands
Touched in turn and marvelled
at the outline of your limbs
But still you grew
Why are you asking me these questions, maybe you should ask me what I lived for?
I want to leave myself.
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