The Memory Wanderer: A New Testament

Friday, September 13, 2024

A New Testament

After finding the green book of African game the other day I've been enjoying a gentle wander through our bookshelves to see what else has been hiding there, and came across this little book of the New Testament. It was given....

....to Beatrice May Mitchell, Mrs MW's mother, by her auntie Millie on February 22nd, 1933, her sixteenth birthday.

The reference on the fly leaf to St John's gospel is....

....to this text.

In my experience, most old bibles have small mementoes hidden amongst their pages, and this is no exception, though the sentiment on this little card doesn't read so well today.

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The Memory Wanderer

I'm at the wrong end of the road, a short distance to look forward to and a long way travelled, so I spend more time looking back, enjoying the memories, and less time in anticipation of the way ahead. The road trodden has been a good one, a rich and winding one, over which I hold no regrets. There is much still to do - only the end of the track ahead intimidates.

Time is mine now, so I remember, sometimes deliberately, sitting in the warm sunshine, sometimes because my mind, as if keen to help, suddenly gives me a flash of memory, a vivid picture which, like an exploding rocket, illuminates a moment in life; and then fades.

I have seen its dark side but, in general, the world has been kind to me. I have few regrets, I have many blessings, so these thoughts are offered as a celebration of a fortunate life.