Today, Saturday 5th December 2020, we should have been looking forward to our annual christmas lunch, a chance to enjoy a lovely festive meal and friendly company in a choice of many Shropshire venues, from a grand Shrewsbury hotel to an intimate beautifully decorated village hall. Sadly, this was not to be this year but I hope we can look back on some of our happy gatherings and also remember some of the friends who are no longer with us.
This poignant poem written by Mary Webb at Christmas 1920 shows her surprise when entering her usually undemonstrative mother’s bedroom, to find that she had kept some of her children’s childhood christmas gifts.
To Mother Christmas, 1920