“A Gurden Childhood” Celia Craig 51

“Celia”

Alex Craig

I wrote a little poem one day Of what I thought would come to pass. I wrote about a little boy And behold – it was a lass!

She came along in winter time. That day I will remember. She has filled my heart with bounteous joy Since the 10th day of November.

I call you dear, my little flower. In my dreams I see you grow Like the wild red rose upon the bush Or the snowdrop in the snow.

Last night when fast asleep I saw A baby in her pram, With waving arms and kicking feet. ‘Twas you, my precious little lamb.

When you grow up I hope you’ll be Or try as hard’s you can To be like one who’s dear to me. There’s no one like her – she is your Mam.

Alex Craig (my father) and myself, Celia, born 10 November, 1943

Wartime Photos

Top row, left: Alex Craig with Gourdon pals – beside Alex, standing, John Douglas; seated - Sam Paton (left) and Davie Mearns (right) Top row, right: Ciss, the Sailor - my mother, in my father’s uniform Bottom row, left - Alex smiling Bottom row, right - Alex standing, with cousin, Johnny Craig seated.