Over the weekend I visited Aunty Sue, who is eighty-seven and Dad’s sister (see my blog post on my tour of Leith for who Dad is). Aunty Sue gets a lot of pleasure from feeding her visitors and I was no exception. When I arrived, I was welcomed by Mr Kipling’s French Fancies, Tunnock’s Chocolate Teacakes, ham sandwiches (sliced in quarters, made with Scottish Plain white bread, with a water cress garnish for a treat), crisps, a Victoria Sponge cake (yep, all for me!), Belgian chocs, chocolate covered ginger biscuits and Twix-like caramel biscuits, most likely from LIDL. (Did Aunty Sue tell me a LIDL carrier bag is known in Leith as the Leith briefcase, or was that someone else? Someone else I think. I digress …). And, as I take coffee, a cafetiere of steaming coffee. If you replace the coffee for tea, you have what I’d call an old-fashioned Scottish lunch ;0)
Why am I telling you all this? Because I love going to visit Aunty Sue and not just for the chocolate and sugar overload.
Like Dad, she’s a great storyteller. Recently, I’ve been recording her stories. (I see them as research for the sequel to The Blue Suitcase, which will be set in Leith.) If I forget to bring my recording device thing, then I try and write down everything she’s told me as soon as I get back home. As a writer and a person, I think it’s important to record what’s happening around us, there’s so much to remember and it’s all too easy to forget. I especially want to record Aunty Sue’s stories, not just because they’re a great resource for my writing, but the stories make me smile and I know that even in the future when Aunty Sue is no longer physically around, her stories will be and they’ll connect me to her, just as Tunnocks Teacakes will always make me feel connected to her