Author Archives: Catherine Ruocco

Old age.   

​My poor little mam, hates having her photograph taken.  Went to her sons wedding and made it through even though her legs were hurting her so much.  She was shattered when she got home and was pleased to be able to sit down in her chair.  I thought at one point we were going to have to give her a fireman’s lift to get her from the car into the house but slowly and surely she made it.

Printing……

Little 6 x 4 prints just to see what my Road to Enlightenment series looks like printed off.   Cheap little prints from asda but it’s always good to see what photos look like when they’re printed.  Think they will look good on fine art paper mounted and framed too.   The series is coming along nicely, getting a real feel for it.   Especially as I am exploring the realms of Enlightenment and spiritual awareness.   Trying to make sense of life and follow a path to maybe some kind of Enlightenment awakens the senses.   Whether I will get there is another matter.  Sometimes it feels like one step forward two steps back.   We tend to pick up a lot of baggage over the years which is hard to give up and its quite easy to fall into the old ways.   

I Belong

I am constantly drawn to Nature.  I have decided that I could never live in a city.  I need to be able to see the trees and the fields, to lie in the grass and see the blue sky above me, to hear the birdsong and the rustle of the leaves as the wind blows through the branches of the trees. In Nature I feel safe, rested, calm….. I feel at peace.  I feel I belong.

Purple

white lake

Yellow

white on black

Along the Cinder Path

Every week we went on picnics in the summertime.  Kids around would come and say, “Are you going to the picnic?”  “Yes.”  And you either got a bottle of lemonade or water, whatever, and took that with you.  And sandwiches, you know, and things like that.  And go off through the, what we used to call the meadows, they call them fields now, and go to different places.   Neddy’s well, there was a place called Neddy’s well.  At Neddy’s well there was a natural spring.  And the natural spring, my dad used to go there and you could get watercress.  And then he used to go across the bridge and down into the field, across from our house, and pick mushrooms.  But now from what I can gather its all built up with houses.  Well along that what they called the cinder path that’s the way I used to go to school.  Over the bridge, down the cinder path and up to the railway station.  Over the railway bridge and the school was there on the right hand side.  It was what was called a Church of England endowed school.  That meant that the church paid for the school where the church never paid for the Catholic school, the Catholic people had to look after their own.  And they used to go round their parishioners tocollect money off them to look after their church, the Catholics did.  I mean we used to collect money but we didn’t collect it like they did, you know go around the houses.  I used to deliver the church magazine at one time.  In one of the magazines, but I don’t think I have one, its got my name in.  It says about people who delivered the magazines and its got my name in.

birthday two

birthday

“I’d run up the street when the mill was about to close and stand outside waiting for my mother. And people coming out and saying, “Hello there, your mam won’t be long”.  And then maybe one would come out another different night and, “oh, your mam’s going to be a long time cause she’s had a smash.”

“And what you call a smash was the shuttle had come out of the reeds and broken all the cotton.  And they used to have to bring all them through the reeds again and tie them.  And if it was too bad a smash they would change it and start again, if it was too bad.  But if it wasn’t too bad they’d mend it and then comb it.  But that part when the cloth was taken off the loom itself it was cut out. ”

  • Iris Anson

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