Here is a pdf file of our notes

Here is a pdf file of the display at Poole Central Library from 7th February, 2005

Here are the images we were working from

Talking about Stockholm	Blue-eyed ladies
Eric Likes Art	Swedish Art
Hilda likes children	Kitty has beautiful hands
Marian is happy here	I used to have a dog

Reading to Karin

The famous handbag

detail

writing notes turned into poems

I was a Fairy

I had a lovely father, oh a lovely father.
He made buttons, he was quite wealthy.
He gave his money to the Salvation Army
but I didn't mind. They do such good work
with the poor, giving them food, and clothes,
medicine and warm blankets. Such good work.

I'm not going to die yet but when I do, my money
will go to my mother and my uncle and to the
Salvation Army. They do such good work
with the poor, giving them food and clothes...

I didn't have any children, didn't want any.
But I used to teach the local children to dance,
to swim, to ride a bicycle.
They called me Auntie.

I used to dance with the operatic society.
I was a fairy, doo do do doo.....

They are very good to us here,
they tuck us up warm in bed with
plenty of blankets - too many!

I'm from Scotland. I like to read romances.
My accent is gone now, my memory is not so good.
If someone Scottish speaks to me, it comes back.

Forgetting the family

Are you my nephew?
You're John's son, aren't you?
I have a bus to catch,
must hurry.
I have lost my money,
they stole my purse -
I have to get home.
Are you joking?
You are my family, aren't you?
No, really,
seriously now,
You aren't joking -
are you?
Are you telling me the truth?
I will have to start walking back
to Stratford.
I have missed my bus.
It's hours of walking.
Are you my son?

Colonial

I used to live in a wooden house,
colonial they called it -
originated from the first world war.
Too much insurance now.

Not Ninety

That isn't me. I'm not ninety. I don't look like that.
If I were ninety, I wouldn't be able to walk like this.
Who is this in the mirror? It's not me, don't be stupid.

I think I will stay here tonight, can I stay upstairs?
Does my husband know where I am?

 

Sleepless

I don't sleep. They give them to me but they don't work.
I'm too old, you see. They are very kind to us.
If that's the only cross I have to bear....
I can walk about. I can wash and dress if they help.

I've been here fourteen years.
They only wake up for meals.
She's not all there by a long way
But that lady is always smiling,
so sweet, she's smiling in her sleep.
The meals are wonderful here.
They give us a wonderful Christmas.

I'm from Wigan

It's famous for George Formby, he was an actor.
He lived in the next street, oh we had some laughs!

I had no children, no room for them to sit down.
My husband, there was nobody in England like him.

I married a foreigner, I am trying to think
Perhaps he was Scottish, no kilt though.

She made beautiful cakes, hot tea if they wanted it
and wine that wasn't very strong, for children.

I would cross the road if she walked towards me,
I hit her once, I hated her! His wife! Every penny!

The government moved him, we moved eight times.
We had a piano and a violin and Mother would go out

all evening!

No More Flying

where are my pension books, my love?
shall I sit here?
my son lives in Canada, not that one, the other one.
He doesn't work, they go away a lot. They have a
trailer and a camper van.
I've been many times to Canada
but I was flown back
an emergency
now they don't want me
he doesn't like coming over.
I wasn't with it.
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I haven't been here very long.
They won't take me any more.
It's a long time since I went out there.

on waking...

look at that lady's eyes!

pretty eyes
wonderful eyes
little bright eyes
blue eyes
there was a song called blue eyes

New Arrival

I haven't seen anybody this week
there are no nurses, only people.
I haven't had any treatment.
The hours are so long, so long
long days, nobody to talk to.
They don't come to see me.
You don't happen to have a newspaper, do you?

Clive Stocker is working on some original music.

Karin Skold has completed some drawings

 

and the project is being displayed in Poole Central Library in the lobby for two weeks from 7th February 2005 until 21st February 2005, when it will go for framing and will be donated to Mitchell House during the first week of March.

and finally..........

the project has now been donated to Mitchell House. Paula is here with Mel from Poole Arts Development Unit, who wielded the drill to hang the project.