As any of you who reads my blog will know, every now and then I like to buy a small elephant ornament in a shop when I see one. I keep it for a bit, then when I’m ready, I drop it somewhere special in memory of my granny.
When my grandad (who I never met) was away being a Dr in India in the Second World War, he took back a big wooden elephant for my granny. And elephants always reminded me of her.
It’s a long story, but The week my granny died in 2002, I sent her a small white elephant for her Christmas, but she died before she could open it. All wrapped up, it was now in limbo having been given as a gift, but not unwrapped. I unwrapped it and asked if it could put it down on the coffin with my granny when she got lowered into the ground.
The morning of the funeral, my little one year old niece came along to my granny’s house. Just toddling, she knocked the now unwrapped elephant off the table, and broke it. My brother was worried I’d be really upset, but instead I was very touched by it all.
Now I like to buy a small elephant wherever I see one, keep it for a bit. Then when it takes my fancy I spend a bit of time thinking of and remembering my granny, and I drop the elephant. I try to do one a year somewhere, sometimes more often if I fancy it.
The date doesn’t matter, just some time out and an elephant. (I’m sure my granny would be slightly perturbed at me spending all of this money on elephants, but it’s well worth it). I’ve dropped elephants all over the world, and I’ll continue to.
The elephant I dropped was on the bay front of San Diego as Fit Girl and I sat together and watched the sun set. This year I thought of my granny and making her proud and I also had a thought for Norma Witten too.
Then these are the two new elephants I bought from San Diego. They’ll stay with me for a bit, then I’ll drop them when and where I feel like it.