Stella was my friend Dorothy's younger sister and, at the time, of no account! (Sorry, Stella!) Now she writes to me on an equal (elderly) footing and she has come by the delicious surname 'Heritage' through marriage. The other day she sent me a copy of this long-forgotten photograph and she has stirred-up memories. Thank you Stella.
So is it sixty years ago
That we strutted on the stage
In another hemisphere and place,
Another distant age?
The play was 'Idle Jack' I think;
We were in the Village Hall.
And the fact that none of us could act
Didn't worry us at all!
We sang the hit songs of the day;
'Near You' I think was one.
And 'Anything You Can Do' comes to mind;
Singing that was fun.
Here I am as Idle Jack,
The Charlie Chaplin type;
I don't think the plot was up to much,
Probably pure tripe!
Jean, on the left, was rather sweet;
She became a Beauty Queen.
I've no idea where she went then;
She just faded from my scene.
Dorothy, pleading on her knees,
Had a family of seven
And now she's living out her days
Margaret, the wizard, looks quite dour
But was really very pleasant.
She, too, lives in
, at present. Victoria
How did we see our futures then,
When we were seventeen?
Are we all happy with our lot
Thinking back to where we've been?
'Life is a stage' that's very true,
And we are merely players.
Are we over-seen by Fate
As suggested by soothsayers?
Now that the play is nearly done
And we're running out of time
Do you see your lives as opera,
Or, like me, as pantomime?