Parkinson's
Disease Society Borders BranchParkinson's
Disease Society Borders Branch
APRIL 2008
SISTER MARIA DROVER M.B.E.
I was asked to say a few words about Sister Maria Drover M.B.E.
I’m just hoping my emotions don’t get the better of me.
I hope I have the strength today to read these words to you,
God knows it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
Since the day Maria left us I’ve often looked up and asked why?
But ah still cannae understand it no matter how hard I try!
The one thing that I know about that woman who I did meet,
Is she’d rather see us with a smile today than to see us greet!
I got to know her well oh how our friendship grew
I’d call her Sister Drover as did most of you,
I sometimes called her Maria, then sometimes just Marie,
Then eventually I knew her simply as Sister Dee!
To Parky’s she’s been an angel, she’s been our heart and soul
Oh how she’d often help us with our shake, our rattle, our roll
At times her work was difficult definitely not a breeze,
Am not surprised considering a lot of her patients were nutters, with Parkinson’s Disease
She had an air of authority my friend Sister Dee,
Maybe you never noticed, maybe its just me,
She’d leave a message ‘Gary its Marie here can you give me a call’……I always thought to myself.
God Gary what have you forgot to do!
Those messages were like a laxative, they’d have me running for the loo.
Her commitment to us Parky’s was above and beyond the call of duty,
She was a modern day Florence Nightingale to us, a cracker!...aye, a beauty!
She always had a chuckle, a smile, a laff, whenever I met ur
And you can imagine what she was like, after the odd glass of Amaretto!
The group wanted to buy a bench in memory of Sister Dee,
But where could we put it in the B.G.H. for everyone to see?
We want it to be used for many years by many folk
Then someone suggested Melrose!_______ Melrose?
Well that’s where Marie had to go when she wanted a bloody smoke
Lets take the opportunity today and think of our own personal and happy memories, we had with Sister Dee,
And remember her with a smile, I’m sure as she’s looking down on us today, that’s what she’d want to see.
‘A smile, a laff, a chuckle’
That’s the way I’ll remember her, my friend Sister Dee!
Well actually I should call you Sister Maria Drover M.B.E.!
To some you were an angel, a mum to Gillian, and to Jim a wife,
Marie I’m just chuffed tae bits you made me part of your life!
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2008 ANNUAL OUTING
THIS YEAR THE OUTING WILL BE ON A TUESDAY, TUESDAY 1ST JULY, WE WILL BE GOING ON THE BO'NESS STEAM RAILWAY! ! !
WE WILL HAVE LUNCH ON ARRIVAL AT 11.30 A.M. 12.30 CATCH THE STEAM TRAIN TO
BIRKHILL STATION, RETURNING TO BO'NESS STATION WHERE WE WILL HAVE TIME TO GO AROUND THE RAILWAY
MUSEUM, DEPARTING FROM BO'NESS AROUND 3 ... ... ... ... ... ... WE HAVE 30 SPACES AVAILABLE IF
YOU WOULD LIKE TO GO ... ... ... ... ... ... GET IN TOUCH WITH GARY TO BOOK YOUR SEAT,
BUS DETAILS ... ... DEPART JEDBURGH BUS STATION 9.30, ST BOSWELLS 9.45, GALASHIELS 10.00,
THERE IS NO CHARGE FOR THIS OUTING. CONTACT GARY TO RESERVE A SEAT!!
01750 22588
Change of address details
Just to let you know Gary has changed his address,
I can now be contacted at ... ... ... ... ... ...
GARY HATTIE
4, SCOTT CRESCENT
SELKIRK D7 4EQ
01750 22588
07906 527 682
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Welcome To The See You Jimmy Laffter File
On a minor road during a saloon car Rally a speeding competitor (in a Japanese vehicle) left the road, struck a wall, and showered the area with engine fragments. Downhill, a spectator looked up at the impact and exclaimed,
"What weather! It's raining DATSUN COGS!"
Unsophisticated visitor to certain small country, "What do those yellow lines by the roadside mean?"
"No Parking"
"And the double yellow lines?"
"No Parking AT ALL!"
"And the three yellow lines?"
"No Parking AT ALL! AT ALL!"
There was to be a parade through the public park. We were school children in early teens and were directed to line the way and exhibit enthusiasm fortified with bags of buns each. We were bored, waiting for the vaunted American marching band, and began to show signs of rebellion. The band approached at last, a bit lacking in ensemble, the tuba leading the file to pass nearest us a warning gleam dawned in my neighbours eye-he pulled from his bag, a celebratory cream cookie and dropped it in the bell of the tuba.
The next day we were paraded before the head, who started off at a roar .....
"AND WHICH ONE OF YOUR UNDISCIPLINED UNMENTIONABLES DROPPED HIS COOKIE DOWN THE BIG BLAMM?"
See you all next newsletter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Join The Club
Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful, and mixed up in the head,
I've got used to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned
I can cope with my bi-focals, but god I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can't remember when I'm standing by the stairs,
If I'm going up for something or coming down from there
And before the fridge so often my mind is full of doubt
Now did I put some food away or come to take some out?
If its not my turn to write dear I hope you won't get sore
I may think I have written and don't want to be a bore
So remember I do love you and wished that you lived near
But now its time to mail this and say 'goodbye my dear.'
I'm standing beside the mail box and my face it sure is red
Instead of posting this to you I've opened it instead!!
Thanks to Margaret Noble for sharing this poem with us.
BYE FOR NOW!!.................GARY
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