E A Derbyshire
Lister House Kingsthorpe
John and Lynette Derbyshire
15, Chestnut Street
Huntington NY 11743-7104
June 30th 1997.
My darlings — Mummy Daddy Eleanor Daniel Boris & all the other pets I thought it would be nice for you to have a "welcome home" letter after your holiday. I hope you all had a lovely time & Mummy & Daddy feel refreshed & relaxed, though with 2 lively & active scamps they would be still very tired. Daddies & Mummies like yours, Nelly & Daniel work so hard to give you lovely holidays and everything I hope as you grow up you will know how lucky you are to have have such loving & caring parents. I thought the following little snippets will make you smile Two are about pigs.
A smiling sugar pig was he
So comical and so queer
His little turned up nose was pink
And pink each shining ear.
His little tail was tightly curled,
He sat upon the shelf and smiled at all the world
Quite pleased with it and with himself.
A lovesick little maid was she
Not very wise nor big
And every day she gazed at him
She loved her sugar pig.
Her mouth would water at the sight
But firmly she'd repeat,
I will not touch you, little Pig
Yo'r far too good to eat.
One day, while gazing thus she sighed —
I love you, Pig, I do.
I will not eat you, little Pig
I'll only cuddle you.
She kissed his pink nose all away
Wth soft lips sticky sweet
And then she sighed — he's lovely but —
Far too good to eat.
At last his forepaws disapped
He lost his chocolate eyes
Oh! What a shocking pig, she cried*
How helplessly he lies
He's just a shapeless sugar lump
He used to look so sweet,
And now, he's quite a wreck — but still
He's good enough to eat!!
I learnt this as a little girl John & often said it at parties. I got a bit mixed up here *
This is one for Daddy & Mummy.
If pigs had wings, and they could fly
Away up in the big blue sky
Would all my hopes & dreams come true
And I would get to see Peru
Then travel on to old Cathay
And take the road to Manadalay
But I shall never journey far
Or see the sights of Zanzibar
Or sail along the river Nile
And marvel at the crocodile
I know I'll never do these things
For pigs can't fly —
They have no wings!!
Remember me, when I am gone away.
Gone far into the silent land
When you no more can take my hand
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Only remember me, you understand
It will be late to council then or pray
Yet, if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve.
Better by far you should forget me and smile
Than that you should remember — and be sad
Just a few sentiments John & Rose That sums it all up
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- A great favorite of Mum's in her last years, and a very lovely poem. Here is the original.
by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.