Today my mom would have been 84. To say she lived life to the full would be an understatement. She raced through life eager to cram as much as possible into her 81 years, at full speed into everything. Perhaps that is why she ended up with Eddie Molver.
This is him in 1948. Riding the Wall of Death.
And this is Mom in the early to mid 50’s I think with Dad at the TT races on the Isle of Man.
Our family went on many holidays, either in rented houses or caravans, usually to Tenby. Often there would be as many of 20 of us as my cousins would bring their friends. We would all pile out of the assortment of vehicles, from Mini Vans to Land and head for the beach.
Once she was on her own, and then later with her partner Stan, she got more adventurous. After I had travelled to Greece, she decided to get a passport and go a little bit further than Tenby. On her first solo journey to Greece she met a man and had a holiday romance. After that she mainly travelled to Greece with her sister in law. Finding her diaries of those travels recently made me realise how much she loved that country. So much so this was where I scattered her ashes, on her beloved Santorini.
But back to the adventurous Sylvia.As I said she lived her life on full throttle. Had no fear.
Go up in a microlight over Dalyan, and take photos? Yes she did.
Travel to Thailand and visit the river Kwai. Get into cages with a tiger. Yup both of those. Now I have to say it was A. Unwise to get into a cage with a tiger and B. I totally do not agree with tigers being used as a tourist photo opportunity like this. But this is what she did, act first think later.
On a sledge in Bulgaria, the year she ran away from the family at Christmas.
A random scooter, yes I will just go and sit on it. This Is what she did.
Happy birthday, Mom.