Stories by Margery Kenyon
Blue is the Colour
Blue has always played a special part of my life, apart from it being my
favourite colour. I was told by my parents that they assumed I was going
to be a boy. I think there were no scans in the 30s to detect which sex
before birth.
So all presents that were bought for me were blue. Blue romper suits,
blue matinee jackets. Not one item of pink. So when I was born it was a
mad rush to buy pink outfits.
My first memory of going to school was a blue coat with a black velvet
collar and black velvet buttons. I remember being very nervous, but I
was assured that my nursery teacher, Mrs Bluett, was going to show me
around the class.
When I was older I used to love going to the seaside, the sea a
beautiful blue and the sky changing to different shades of blue with a
silver sheen to it. Idyllic days.
When I became a teenager my Auntie May, who lived in London, used to
come and visit us once a year and gave all her family a present. She
knitted all year and her present to me was a pale blue twin-set with
small pearl buttons. I wore it so many times and when I out-grew it I
then passed it on to my niece.
I past my teenage years and got married at twenty. Yes, I got wed in a
powder blue suit. I was told it matched my blue eyes. I could go on and
on about the colour. My grandson bought me a CD last
Christmas – you’ve guessed it, Blue, a group that I like. So I think
blue is always going to be a special colour to me.
By Margery Kenyon