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For M&M
With love to you both
G xx
Gill Casey
UBIQUITOUS Q
Ubiquitous?
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Q is for Quetzal
innocently say Q take a pew and then wonder why all her
charges were falling about in giggles. The Brown Owl of my
Brownie Pack would instruct everyone to form a queue
behind Q, and so it went on.
I guess, looking back, I employed some questionable, and
frankly dodgy, tactics to deflect attention away from my
name. As a toddler, apparently, if ever I was asked my name I
would simply reply with a different answer, like stating my
age, or, more embarrassingly for my mum, stating her age,
thus ensuring we hurried away from the inquiring passer-by. I
became a master deflector of questions, letting out squeals of
laughter instead of giving a straight answer. In short, I was
trying to get my own back on my parents for their shortsightedness when choosing my name.
But despite all this, I am resigned to having Q as my
name. In fact, nearly fifty years on, I wouldnt change it for
the world, its become an integral part of me and its hard to
imagine answering to anything else.
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Drakefords postman was known by one and all as Pat for the
twenty years or so that he delivered our mail. It wasnt until
his retirement party that we found out his name was actually
Sam (did he secretly yearn to be a fireman?). Coincidentally,
he was succeeded by another Pat, but on reflection, maybe he
wasnt.
Anyway, to come back to us Pughs, ours was a great
upbringing in a very happy home. And it was as though those
special childhood days would never end. When I was at
school, every day seemed like it would never pass. And I
dont mean that in a bad way. It wasnt that I didnt get
pleasure from my education; on the contrary, I was one of
those rare students who actually enjoyed learning. I had
friends (joking about my unusual name aside) and I had a
mind that absorbed new information like a sponge. No, school
days were definitely happy, and the clocks ticked slower back
then. School holidays stretched on forever and summers
seemed endless (they also seemed sunnier but thats another
story). Drew, Lulu and I grew up thick as thieves; close
friends as well as siblings. But as often happens, once we
reached adulthood (well, the other two did, Im still a teenager
at heart!) our lives drifted in different directions and as a
consequence we rarely see each other. Now, if theres a family
get-together for any reason were back as if weve never been
apart but for the most part our paths dont cross too often.
Drew met his wife at the wedding of his best friend from
school: Bella Cooke (by name but apparently not so by
nature!) was the brides first cousin and chief bridesmaid.
Within six months they were engaged and married
themselves! Whirlwind romance doesnt come close but thirty
years, four children and four grandchildren (so far) later, they
obviously found their soul mates and have definitely lived
happily together ever since. It turns out Bella is really
Annabelle, so both she and Drew had dropped the Ann, as it
were. Being rather batty (or maybe just continuing a family
tradition of sorts) their children were christened Angelica,
Angus, Anthony and Anne-Marie, all of whom were known
by their names minus the Ann! Crazy, but somewhat
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Quinn
been going out together for quite a while and the longer it
went on that I hadnt met his parents the more I wondered if
they would like me. I mean Mary and Joseph, I mean
seriously, their names are Mary and Joseph, and theyre from
Catholic Ireland (well originally, previous generations-wise)
what would they think of me, Quetzal, not named after my
granny or a holy woman with a saintly disposition!
It turns out they were a great couple, more quiet and stayat-home than flamboyant and outgoing, but very welcoming
and Barneys dad in particular had a wicked sense of humour.
If I had been dreading an inquisition of the Spanish variety, I
couldnt have been more wrong! I learnt they were both from
small families: Mary had just one brother who had emigrated
to America over twenty years earlier and hadnt been home to
visit since, and Joseph had only two cousins to his name,
which was such a different experience to my own parents and
their huge array of siblings and could well explain their
acquiescent nature and more demure attitude to life. Their
delightfully neat bungalow, tastefully furnished with demure
and choice antiques, was one of only five in a small cul-de-sac
on the edge of town, with a large garden looking over fields
and hedgerow.
If Marys fashion flair back in the sixties led people to
think she was more Mary Quant than Mary Quinn, it was
obvious that, over the decades, flower-power had been traded
in for flowers! Mary loved her garden and as she took me on a
tour, pointing out all the shrubs and bedding plants, I nodded
enthusiastically at what I trusted were the right moments.
Having spent my entire life living above a shop, with the back
garden long since buried beneath a stockroom extension, I was
hoping it wasnt too obvious that I barely knew a daffodil
from a dandelion, or a hyacinth from a hydrangea. Josephs
contribution to these horticultural activities appeared to be
confined to the physical labour end of the spectrum, though
his workshop next to the garage was obviously not only his
pride and joy but also his refuge when pruning, mowing or
similar actions were required.
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