With just a little help from me, Mrs B put together and delivered the following speech for her parents 50th wedding anniversary, I was equaly impressed and immensly proud.
|Mrs B holds the audiance in the palm of her hand.|
I think they were afraid what other details might come out
of her little red book....
|Johnny Beeling suffering from long and short term memory |
loss for the record he had toast and jam for breakfast and was
in black& white in the 1950's.....
You met (we think!) in 1959 at the St George’s Youth Club in Deal. Was it love at first sight???
Lots of dates between the young couple followed. I have it on very good authority that Dad’s Vespa scooter may have come under close scrutiny from an anxious father - Ray, Grandad Beerling. I can certainly relate to that level of fatherly scrutiny over a boyfriend’s mode of transport………. when Niel arrived for our first date in a beaten up old mini, Dad walked round it kicking all four tyres before sucking in his breath, tutting a few times, while rubbing his chin (Who says men can’t multitask?) He then asked, rather imperiously, if it was safe for me to go in!. It probably would have been before Dad ruined the tracking with all that unnecessary kicking.
|If you make your own cake for your own|
event is it an auto-cake-ography?
Yet another spectatular
cake from Mrs B's Mum ....
|Yes those are real sugar flowers....|
You honeymooned in Seefeld in Austria before returning home to start your married life together in your first house in Wingham, which you bought for the princely sum of £1,750! Oh, yes – that was the all-in price…….how times have changed. You moved in with Kim, your black Labrador – the first of your family pets. By now, Dad was working in the Canterbury branch of the Westminster Bank, at the beginning of his long and distinguished career in banking.
And it was while living in Wingham that I was born in 1966 and the two Clarkes became three.
In 1967, we went on our first static caravan holiday. Caravanning, another thread that has run quite constantly through much of your married life. Oh Yes, many family holidays have been spent in caravans in wet and cold England – and no, Jacqueline and I have not been traumatised by that in any way……honestly!
In 1968, following Dad’s transfer to Sevenoaks branch, you moved to your second home, in Borough Green. I am reliably informed that this house was bitterly cold. And so it should be no surprise to learn that, nine months after a particularly long cuddle (to keep warm, obviously!) Jacqueline was born in 1969 and the three Clarkes became four.
Borough Green, we moved to a brand new house in Iwade in 1970, when Dad transferred to Sittingbourne branch. We said goodbye to Kim and hello to a tragically short-lived spaniel, Megan, and then to the infamous Bess, a beautiful Dalmatian.
Did you know that Iwade was the centre of the “swinging” scene of North Kent? No? Neither did Mum and Dad, apparently, and as soon as they found out, Dad had just enough time to change cars before they scarpered! All the way to Clacton-on-Sea in Essex in 1973. It was just as well Dad had transferred to the Clacton branch, otherwise it would have been a long old commute ……………
In 1974 the family grew again when we acquired our first cat – Porgy. Now, Dad is not a cat lover but even he seemed taken with that big bundle of ginger and white fluff in the pet shop. Porgy soon ruled the house and Bess carried many scars on her snout to prove it. Porgy's favourite mode of transport being to attach himself to Bess's snout and hanging on with all four claws....
It was from Clacton in 1975 that Dad first decided that towing a caravan was the way forward for our family holidays. He hired a caravan using that as an excuse to purchase the trusty Vauxhall Viva that was tasked with towing us slowly to Yorkshire? In motoring circles this became known as Black Friday, with long traffic delays reported up the entire East coast….
1976 and Dad’s career moved on again, which meant the inevitable new car and a new home. Dad’s job was now in the Brighton Area Office of the Natwest Bank. Our house move was eventful though because apparently in the Natwest staff manual, at that time, there was a rule that stated that an employee could not buy a house that was bigger (or was perhaps more expensive) than their manager’s and so Dad was not allowed to buy his original choice of house in Brighton.
It was during this time that Mum first became involved with the Girl Guides, volunteering to help when my sister and I joined the Tadworth troop (I’m guessing Dad was turned down because they could not find a uniform big enough to fit him).
|Vera and her amazing clever hands|
|still surviving after 19 years - but since Mrs B just burst |
into tears when I asked her to marry me and
didn't actually say yes, are we
actually legally married?
|Mrs B's Dad fears the game is finally up and asks for|
49 other cars to be taken into account....
In 1997, Mum and Dad became Grandparents to James. There may even have been a cake in celebration! Mum and Dad were a massive source of support to Jacqueline during this time in her life. I know I am biased, but I have to say that they are the proudest Grandparents (and rightly so) who do a wonderful job.
Mum and Dad’s family continued to evolve in 2010 when Jacqueline and Matt married and they are now the proud step-grandparents to Lucy. I know they both get a huge amount of pleasure from seeing how happy and settled Jacqueline and James are and watching the next generation grow and mature.
Mum and Dad – you are the incredibly strong backbone of our family – and Jacqueline and I are very happy and proud to be here today to celebrate your Golden Wedding Anniversary with your family and friends. Congratulations! Let’s enjoy the cakes that I wish I could say I had made and decorated but, of course, no-one does it better than Mum and it would simply not be “an event” if we didn’t have one of her creations at it! [Raise glasses] Mum and Dad.
|Mrs B's Speech went down rather well....|
|That's a cut....|