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Things we know
- All situations have a narrative.
- Actions or images can speak louder than words.
- Work is nearly always creative but many of us are conditioned not to think so.
- We are all heroes or villains in our own story
- Beauty is to be found all around us
- The seemingly mundane can be extraordinary
- Poetry, rhythm and music are never very far away
- Why? What? Who? When? – Always listen to the answer before asking the next question.
Granny Hazel
On Friday 9th of June my dad’s mum died. “Granny Hazel” as she is called by her grand and great-grand kids was a tough and warm hearted woman with a great sense of humour. Despite living in Dovercourt near Harwich for more than 40 years, she never lost her scouse accent. She was from the area of Liverpool called Kensington.
Over the weekend I went up to see my dad and mum and help them clear Granny Hazel’s room. Her belongings had, over the years, been through the filter of moving out of her house, into a smaller ground floor flat and then into a care home. Each move scattered many of her pictures, music, furniture, and clothes among family members and charity shops. Even so, her room contained some items that were able to instantly transport me back to a childhood at her house eating kellogs variety packs and watching her rented television from my designated position on the floor. Her slippered feet would be resting on a stool that I would share to prop my head up with. The stool was the first thing I saw as I entered her room. It’s a bit strange writing this on Proudblog, but I haven’t been able to shake the image and the accompanying feeling and I think that power of an image has a lot to do with the ‘point’ of film… or at least my interest in it.
Eddie
Grandson of Hazel Frost
Posted by Eddie on June 11th 2012 at 3.19pm