Sunday, 1 January 2012

Storytelling Sunday

Have to confess that I nearly missed this one.  For the simple reason of not realising today was Sunday.  We've had visitors in the house since Christmas Eve, with numbers increasing for New Year and I truly had lost track of the days.
I mentioned Keats for the first time during December Daily.
This is his story.
This is my mum's story.  Indeed, she wrote the story down.
This was my dad's story.
This is my story.
And one day it will be The Boy Child's story.
The black toy poodle with a red collar was purchased in C&A's in Krefeld, Germany in 1961.  He was my Christmas present that year from your dad.  I was at RAF Bawdsey in Suffolk and a large parcel arrived for me on Christmas Eve.  Keats had entered my life!
On Christmas morning I went off to work ~ underground!  Everyone had to pass through a check point and exchange their ID cards for a permit to enter.  I took Keats with me (couldn't leave him alone on Christmas Day) and the policeman jokingly said that he couldn't go underground as he didn't have any ID.  I vouched for him and so he was allowed access.
From then onwards, Keats was always to be found in my living space and when I married your dad, he moved with us to the many houses we occupied over the years.  He was even packed and shipped off for our tour of Hong Kong.
Sadly over the years Keats has begun to lose his coat and look rather dusty.  He was moved from front of house to living on top of a bedroom wardrobe and at one time was even put in a black plastic bag in readiness of being sent to a new home.
Fortunately, he was rescued by Ruth in 1998, given a trendy bandanna and a new lease of life.  Now he lives happily with Ruth and her family, sitting comfortably in the corner of their living room and, of course, I see him every time I visit.
Why did I call him Keats?  Well, I never much liked the poetry of John Keats, but I came to love this toy poodle and it seemed a good idea at the time and over the years no-one has ever suggested calling him anything else.
So on Christmas Day 2011, I wish Keats a happy 50th birthday and hope that he will be loved and looked after for many more years to come.
And there you have it.  Dave the Prof is correct ~ just tell the story.  Doesn't matter a jot if it doesn't mean a thing outside of your family.  The important thing is to tell it.  And then blog it and scrapbook it!

Hop on over to Sian's pad for plenty more stories and a very warm welcome.

20 comments:

Sian said...

Fifty! That's a fine age for a dog. And he's looking very well on it too. What a great story this is, reaching through the years as it does!

Thanks for joining in again in 2012 Ruth - I got my post ready yesterday and then today I knew I was doing the stories, but I still forgot to phone my Mum this morning, which is a regular fixture for us on a Sunday morning

Lynn said...

That's a lovely story Ruth - I expect Keats has a story or two to tell! Happy New Year.

Missus Wookie said...

Ruth - great story and I'm glad you told it. Keats is well loved and a much better name than my black dog has!

Wrightboysmum said...

Fab story. I was expecting him to come from the NAFFI though. He needs to be scrapped as well. Happy New Year.

Alana said...

I'm glad he was rescued from his bin bag. He looks so good sitting in front of the fire. A lovely tale...

heart.hearth.home. said...

Keats has led an interesting life and so has your family. Glad you rescued him and I am sure the Boy Child treasures him too. Thank you for sharing your story and a very Happy New Year to you and the family.

Jennie Hart said...

I'm so glad you have kept him, 50 is a long time for a cuddly :)

Happy New Year.

Scattychick said...

That's a lovely story Happy 50th Keats xxx

Cheri said...

Apparently Keats is one well-loved puppy.

Deb @ Paper Turtle said...

Thanks for sharing this story, Ruth. I loved learning about Keats and knowing that your mom took the time to write about his history. I'm smiling.... :o)

S said...

Oh how lovely that Keats has been looked after loving for so long. Thanks for sharing his and your story.

Becky said...

I loved Keats' story - thank you for sharing it with us :)

Louise said...

lovely story and one that will be great scrapped.Happy New Year.

scrappyjacky said...

A lovely story....perfect for passing on.

Beverly said...

What a wonderful story, I love that Keats was such a constant in your parents' lives and that he now lives with you and yours. May he someday reside with the Boy and his family :)

Helen said...

Lovely story and snippet of family history - your Mum going off to work underground on Christmas Day. Keats is looking good for his age too!

Ginger said...

This is a great story Ruth and wonderful that you got to jot it down! Keats is lucky to have a family that takes such good care of him :)

Gail said...

I'm like you - almost forgot it was Sunday what with everything going on. What a great story - so wonderful that your Mum wrote it down to pass on down along with Keats.
Happy New Year.

♥♥ Liz ♥♥ said...

At little bit threadbear at his age is accepteable!! Great story.

Alison said...

Just catching up Ruth...lovely to think that Keats has been in the family for that length of time...and your OLW album's looking good already!
Alison xx

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