Thursday, 12 July 2012

Parades for You All!

I have watched the torch relay on the telly with increasing boredom each passing day, which means having started from a position of disinterest, by today- day 55- I was at the point where it not only seemed like time and space had become a continual dull blur of tracksuits and pomposity, but I was actually getting crosser about the fact that they thought, that in a time of austerity, the expense was worth it when I don't know anyone who is really very interested in the Olympics themselves, let alone the flame.

BUT my best friend was picked as a torch bearer, because she is an all round good egg and has raised tens of thousands of pounds for her village, as well as giving up her time for community events. She was delighted to have been chosen, because she is much nicer than me and a joiner inner of stuff. She was honoured and touched and in the last few days excited and nervous to the point of nausea. Obviously my presence was going to be required on to witness the giant zippo carrying and my 8 year old son was mustering enough enthusiasm for both of us.





What I hadn't expected was that actually, when you are there, and when it is personal, it is brilliant. There is lots of noise and drums, flags and rattles in abundance, and banners and a holiday camp like build up, which Max enjoyed. Then Lynn was on the stage waiting for the torch to arrive, from which her torch would be lit, or kissed as they somewhat bizarrely call it. Hope nobody gets a burnt lip by misconstruing that. Lynn waved, smiled and cried, which made me cry. It was lovely, her torch duly lit she did her little jiggy run, and got cheered by the crowds and I thought to myself how wonderful it was for normal people to get a parade. To be acknowledged for their contributions, and achievements and the things they have overcome. Maybe lots and lots more people should have a parade, a few hundred yards of cheering crowds just to say 'you're great, we appreciate the nice things you do'

So I am not a fan of the Olympics, or the money spent, or the politicians with their posh free seats, but my friend deserved her reward, she has given so much, and I am sure that many of the other torch bearers plucked from their normal lives for a few minutes in the sun, ( or the torrential rain in Lynn's case), deserved their few minutes of applause too.

I think we should do them more often. People Parades. You can nominate the people you know that are nice, above and beyond normal requirements, and once a year the chosen ones will don a shell suit and claim their appreciation.

Lynn- I love you my dear friend! So proud of you today, you deserved it! Xxxxx

7 comments:

  1. What a lovely post! I am a fan of the torch and I think it's great so many normal people are getting recognition and their time in the spotlight. We were day 5 here, but the torchbearers are still visiting schools etc and continuing to share the torch love :)

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  2. I don't know what to say - I was so happy to see you there and it wouldn't have been the same if you hadn't.
    This has made me cry so I'm leaving to blub....

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  3. That is such a lovely post. Like you I was cynical and when we went to see it the torch bearer ran so fast that blink and you might have missed him. But like you, I think it has been amazing for the torch bearers and people involved but also it has bought communities together often in the rain, which has been lovely to see!

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  4. Well done Lynn! I am very proud of you! I kept taking photos of the computer screen yesterday when you were on! :) x

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  5. I saw it when it came to the village where Mother lives, had to be up at 5:30 to get there before the roads closed! Forgot there was two of them in a day! But fugured it would never happen again for me, so had to make the effort.
    My Aunty Sandra & Uncle Melville lived in Blandford for years before they moved to Piddletrenthide, maybe you or your friend know them. Not seen them in the flesh for years, as they are both poorly & can't get back up to visit us anymore, but I see them when I take my laptop to Mothers so she can skype with her little sister, Mother is 81 tomorrow & Aunty Sandra must be early 60's, but they can talk for Britian!

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  6. Sonya I'm loving Lynn's story, it must of been an magnificent day, once in a lifetime memory and fab story for the children & grandchild. I wish I was there. Great photos too. xx

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  7. I felt very similarly to this - basically uninterested in all things Olympic, but when I worked at a torch event I too felt strangely proud and excited by all the fuss. I think one thing in particular that made a difference to me was seeing just how many people had made the effort to get up and out of the house early on a Saturday morning just to see it - especially young parents with small children who had to come on public transport. Although my sunny positive mood was somewhat ruined when I was making a balloon model for a young boy and he kicked me, whilst Mum barely reacted, despite the shocked looks on the other parents' faces!

    I've recently started a blog discussing this and similar incidents of what I consider to be bad parenting - if you have chance to check it out it would be much appreciated!

    http://thebadparentingchapters.blog.com/

    Thanks!

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