She had been mentioning 'heroine' all week, but with no particular name. "Daddy are you a heroine?" she asked me. I told her that I could be a hero, but her mummy would be a heroine. Check that. She and a class mate conversed about Sir Garfield Sobers, who happens to live near the friend, so he say (I need to check). I mentioned that I had seen Sir Gary play cricket a long time ago in England, and had seen him at the re-opening of Kensington Oval, and also at Sandy Lane, after he had played golf, and a good friend of mine had met him and they had been photographed together. All that led to wide eyes and the sense that I was becoming a hero.
But, Miss Bliss needed to focus. "Sarah Ann Gill," she piped up. So, off I went to do the modern thing and find a reference and picture on the Internet (see Government website). So, I found out that this heroine was a prominent Methodist who fought hard for the acceptance of that faith, made harder in the 19th century by its stand against slavery.
Printed picture in hand we headed off to school. "Methodist. I read the word," Miss Bliss yelled from the back seat. Maybe this weekend we will take a trip to Gill Memorial Church at Fairfield Road, Black Rock.
Printed picture in hand we headed off to school. "Methodist. I read the word," Miss Bliss yelled from the back seat. Maybe this weekend we will take a trip to Gill Memorial Church at Fairfield Road, Black Rock.
2 comments:
Children widen your horizons, don't they.
Let's hope the children learn the tolerance that my forebears clearly didn't have ! Happy Heroes Day.
Mike
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