Copyright 2008 - Melvyn Pearson
The purpose of writing this little piece of webscript is for my own contentment and satisfaction but more than that it is to impart to my children and theirs a knowledge that can’t be learnt so that they can better understand their pedigree, where they came from and their background. Time and again a question rears its head as to who,did you know or when with regard to a family. This will provide not all but some of the answers. I am needless to say extremely proud of my Pearson name and my heritage and I hope that mine and theirs will be equally proud even though some of my kin will change their name through marriage, many times I’m sure. I hope so anyway, as that fact will protract yours truly life on this planet we occupy.
This record will conserve the diminutive piece of knowledge and understanding that I possess on the Pearson Family. It may prove interesting, lacklustre, factual,not the truth and many other relating words but it is, as it is, ‘in my word', a phrase well tongued by me and Sharron throughout our years together.
May I point out at this juncture, Sharron my consort, as well as being my wife is also a confidant, best friend and someone who I can rely on and trust. A great wee woman with the spirit and tenacity of all things small, an aggression and a belief in all things right. A terrier instinct tis true. That is my belief of small living things, what they loose in stature they make up for in tenacity and resolve.
I hereby dedicate this little manuscript to my precious wife Sharron who as I’ve stated and I make no excuse for stating it again is a friend, buddy, travel cohort,co-
Hopefully there is an after life where we can all meet up. It worries me that if there is then we won’t know each other as our earthly ties are all untied as we get off the heavenly bus at the other end so to speak and wonder about in white robes reading biblical texts, singing, chanting and doing holy things.. Far far too busy to make old acquaintances and love in the earthly way, but maybe not, maybe we will gather again in a room,have a halfun,spin yarns and laugh as we all once did. Life is complicated, isn’t it.
I equally dedicate this to my four children whom I adore and cherish dearly. Jacqueline my oldest and possibly wisest who has a place for everything and everything in its place. Charlene who many say is a chip of the old block in ways, character and moral fibre, gets on with it no matter the consequence. David my son who its said is like me in looks and shares my familial individuality as indeed his interest in all things mechanical and motorised and finally my youngest Noelene, who has blossomed into a fine young woman with again a fiery spirit. Possibly too fiery for her own good. Neat and tidy in all things domestic, black is black and white is white. At the time of writing I would have wished her a more inert and easier life. She got it tough what with rogue boyfriends her life is not easy. Hopefully as with wine that will change and she will mature and age well and get the lifestyle she deserves.
All have now offspring off their own, my dear grandchildren, who will perpetuate the ‘clique' for years to come. God bless them each and every one and may this text prove useful to them in ‘discovering ‘’ themselves, if that is the correct turn of phrase.
In years to come this literary venture may provide a conversational point for generations further down the line or perhaps there is indeed a place in the hereafter where we can all sit down all over again and take pleasure in the craic that is, that was life, that short period we walk or should I say stumble,saunter and meander through our life. But my views on this principle is a cynical and pessimistic one. Life should be lived to the full and opportunities taken as they arise. Do not put off until tomorrow something that you can do today be it an idea, scheme,proposal, system, a mad notion, a holiday, a walk on the wild side. Just do it. The Pearson's are notorious for their individuality, eccentricities and idiosyncrasies. In a word ‘madness' . To those who come after carry on the motion and enjoy and take pleasure in life, you only get one crack at it, make it a good one and leave a mark on existence.
I hope that I have left a mark on life, albeit a small scuff in the bigger scheme of things but none the less a mark with things done in my lifetime that will prove a talking point at my demise and in future times. I would like to think that someday my son, daughters and grankids will say ‘’ I mind my da,,, I mind my grandpa….’’ you all know the sort of thing. ‘He rode a Fireblade when he was 75 you know, lapped the Tandragee 100 in under 3 minutes in waterboots and tee shirt (not that far from the truth, should be it be known..Eh Sharron)………….'' He never….'' Yip he did, he was the world record holder for running the length of 14 Willowfield back garden, won it in 2010 just before he moved off to live in Egypt. Ah if only one could come back and listen, a fly on the wall but unfortunately that will not happen as even Houdini couldn’t accomplish that never mind the Willowfield World Champion that is to say me.
In years to come this literary venture may provide a conversational point for generations further down the line or perhaps there is indeed a place in the hereafter where we can all sit down all over again and take pleasure in the craic that is, that was life, that short period we walk or should I say stumble,saunter and meander through our life. But my views on this principle is a cynical and pessimistic one. Life should be lived to the full and opportunities taken as they arise. Do not put off until tomorrow something that you can do today be it an idea, scheme,proposal, system, a mad notion, a holiday, a walk on the wild side. Just do it. The Pearson's are notorious for their individuality, eccentricities and idiosyncrasies. In a word ‘madness' . To those who come after carry on the motion and enjoy and take pleasure in life, you only get one crack at it, make it a good one and leave a mark on existence.
I hope that I have left a mark on life, albeit a small scuff in the bigger scheme of things but none the less a mark with things done in my lifetime that will prove a talking point at my demise and in future times. I would like to think that someday my son, daughters and grankids will say ‘’ I mind my da,,, I mind my grandpa….’’ you all know the sort of thing. ‘He rode a Fireblade when he was 75 you know, lapped the Tandragee 100 in under 3 minutes in waterboots and tee shirt (not that far from the truth, should be it be known..Eh Sharron)………….'' He never….'' Yip he did, he was the world record holder for running the length of 14 Willowfield back garden, won it in 2010 just before he moved off to live in Egypt. Ah if only one could come back and listen, a fly on the wall but unfortunately that will not happen as even Houdini couldn’t accomplish that never mind the Willowfield World Champion that is to say me.
More oft than not family background and history is lost forever. The reasons for this are many and varied. Generations die out, family members move away, split relationships, lack of interest, indifference, a host of supplementary adjectives could define reasons and family fall outs all lead to this important lack of continuity in ‘family knowledge and where did we come from,what did he or she do ''.
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