M and N

I think Im going to start recording mum...
She was telling me the other day, well, she was remembering, that...at some point when she was in the band in England...now this is going back the guts of 30 years I would say...
They had just basically toured the country and they were making their way home...and In one of the last stops...she thinks it mite have been Coventry...but she cant remember...they were playing relief for a bigger band...
After their set, they got off stage, got changed, set to listen to the other band play...
The other band was playing...but playing the a crowd that was chanting
"Bring Back Connie!! Bring Back Connie!!"  (Connie Gold was mum's stage name)
Eventually, the bigger band gave up, because you couldn't hear the music over the crowd, and mum and her band had to go back out and finish the set...because they had already changed out of their clothes...mum has a feeling she went back onstage in jeans...Im guessing she would have been more dressed up for her set...
Mum was a star in her time...and it was a long time too...Im sure there are still people of her generation that remember her, went to see her...had their first dance with their husband/wife while mum was singing...its something Ive never ever given any thought to...because Im so used to it...it doesn't even phase me.
When you grown up with something, you don't see it.
Im sure people payed to hear her sing...when Ive been given years of it for free.

Nana (mum's mum) is back in her nursing home, cast on leg, and rosary beads around wrist. The woman, who sometimes doesn't even recognize her own children...had a completely coherent conversation with my godmother/aunt when she got back 'home'...about how bad the weather was...and she shouldn't be driving out in these conditions...all while eating bacon and cabbage...asking where her teeth were...and why had they gone missing again...
Her mind amazes me...
Dad reckons its the change in air, from the nursing home to the hospital...has sparked something in her
Mum reckons its the rosary beads...Fr. Maguire...who was a very good man...sounds it from the stories Ive heard anyway. Nana commented on the beads saying..."these are Fr. Maguire's aren't they...well he must still be doing some good so" (He's been dead, a long time...)

So faith or air...Im not sure I prescribe to either...
I just think the human mind is an amazing machine...and as we grow older, as she does, it allows us to slip easily from one time in our life, to another...Im sure its great for them...I know its difficult for everyone else left behind.
But Nana does still have her good days...obviously...she has her bad too...but when they can be as good as that ^^^ the bad ones are definitely outweighed...
93 and still kicking...well...still thinking she can walk.
She's an amazing woman, she really is.
And mum is amazing too.