my friend ada turned eighty this week
and yesterday her daughter brought together a room full of her friends
and we had afternoon tea.
ada is the first person in her eighties who i call a friend
my dad is eighty
but he's my dad..that's different.
when i first moved to this city
i went out on a ladies supper evening to a local cafe with a group of women,
and ada and i just connected.
it was like talking to my mum and my grandma and a very good friend
all at the same time.
this is how a lot of girls dressed in the forties
when ada would have been a teenager...
but i think in rural queensland
a lot more of them would have been doing this...
i remember ada telling me that
when she was about twelve or so
her family was so poor
she had to cartloads of wood
and sell them to save enough money
to buy her underwear...
'cos her family couldn't afford it.
i can't even imagine being that poor.
ada is not that poor anymore
and lives a comfortable life
gardening, sewing and enjoying her family,
and has many friends.
her birthday afternoon tea was special
and had a kind of grace and elegance
not often seen.
her daughter brought a lavender coloured cake
up all the way from melbourne...
we had canapes, punch and birthday cake,
made speeches up
about how we knew her..
and celebrated by singing her favourite songs together.
thank you ada
for showing me
a different era of life and a slower
more caring way of living!
happy 8oth birthday ada..
i hope your 80's rock..gently!
happy birthday to all you august babes out there too!
naturally Carol xox