"A Red Hat Riding Hood Christmas"
Millie, Becky, Mildred,Jerrie, Bonida, Virginia as Grandmother
and Barbara as the 'Big Bad Wolf'
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Queen Merry Maker
Takes after his great-grandma Jerrie
Blowing raspberries
Diva in Training
We can make these.
And these!
All of us girls...Old and young...
Near and far...
Hold special memories of good times we've shared.
We've had our share of hard times
when our friends were there to make us feel better.
We've shared our hearts.....our time
our secrets...our fears...our hopes
and our dreams.
Let us never break the chain of friends!
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me
and I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other peoples' gardens and learn to spit.
...... maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
by Jenny Joseph (1932-)
Sorry, just had to add this one. It's the only time I've ever seen my Mom in a hat outside the garden or cotton field.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me. Jenny Joseph
The Crowning of Our Queen
Queen Merry Maker
Master Zander Louis
Takes after his great-grandma Jerrie
Zander
Blowing raspberries
Hannah Beth
Diva in Training
Ms Paige Lawes owner of Three Generations Tea Room
We can make these.
And these!
About Us
We are born and bred, southern belles who are passionate about having fun and enjoying life. The Sassy Sirens joined the Red Hat Society in 2003 and we have seen many changes over the past 5 years but one thing has remained the same and that is our zest for life and our commitement to friends and family. We made a pledge to greet middle age with verve, humor and style. We hope you like our little 'cyber place' and that you come back often for new pics and anouncements.
All of us girls...Old and young...
Near and far...
Hold special memories of good times we've shared.
We've had our share of hard times
when our friends were there to make us feel better.
We've shared our hearts.....our time
our secrets...our fears...our hopes
and our dreams.
Let us never break the chain of friends!
Warning (excerpts)
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple with a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me
and I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells and run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other peoples' gardens and learn to spit.
...... maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
by Jenny Joseph (1932-)
the Authur
Jenny Joseph was born in 1932 in Birmingham, England and was first published by John Lehmann in the 1950s. Joseph has published numerous collections of poetry and fiction. In 1996 Jenny Joseph was honored in a national poll as the author of the U.K.'s "most popular post-war poem", "Warning", which begins: "When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple." Written in 1961, it was included in "Rose In the Afternoon" (J M Dent, 1974). It then appeared in Philip Larkin's "Oxford Book of 20th Century English Verse". Jenny Joseph lives in Gloucestershire, England.
IF
If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish, and my paint job is getting a little dull ... But that's not the worst of it.My headlights are out of focus, and it's especially hard to see things up close.My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things, even in the best of weather. My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns inefficiently.But here's the worst of it --"Almost every time I sneeze, cough or laugh.... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!
Mom and Betsy
Sorry, just had to add this one. It's the only time I've ever seen my Mom in a hat outside the garden or cotton field.
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