Loving Memory Page #2

and the army

up to the mine over Greenhaugh.

Ambrose was terribly worried.

Thought the mine had blown up.

'All these people went up and down

the dale for two days.

'Some of them knocked on the door,

'but Ambrose told me not to open

the door when he wasn't there.

'Lots of them were in army clothes.

'I kept looking for James,

'but he wouldn't have knocked.'

I stuck in all James' photos

very carefully.

Hot summer days then.

Always had a window open.

And curtains billowed over the bed.

Then Ambrose made this box for James.

'Same as the one he's making you.

'Wheeled him on his barrow up the hill.

'Buried him in the wood.

'I asked Ambrose not to take him.

'It would be all right.

'Look after him, I would.'

Never listens to me.

I often sit with James on the hill.

His favourite spot.

You can see right down dale

to Mr Tud's farm.

Ambrose is going to put you

next to James on Sunday.

Silly, though.

You could stay here.

It's nice you being here.

Silly you have to go Sunday.

# Some day when I'm awfully low

# When the world is cold

# I will feel a glow,

just thinking of you

# And the way you look tonight #

Haven't drank your tea again.

Ambrose had left

before I came down.

He's blasting the mine at ten.

'Should hear it any time now.'

(Cuckoo calls)

(Clock chimes)

(Hissing)

(Muffled explosions)

(Flies buzzing)

What would we do

if Ambrose was hurt?

The explosion was very big, you know.

Could have been badly hurt.

(Clock chimes)

He's never been this late before.

(Birds twitter)

(Door opens)

I keep telling Ambrose about

the propeller and how it could fall.

Two small hooks

aren't strong enough.

It's a heavy thing, you know.

It's not safe,

you sitting there in line with it.

Only wants door to bang

and it'd all fall.

If the mattress were moved...

You'd be better there.

You have to bend right low

to get under it.

Eh, these floorboards.

Not safe at all.

Better make them safe

before Sunday.

Oh.

(Thud)

Easy to fall like that.

(Clattering)

Oh, these floorboards!

You look much better.

Better than you've looked

for a long time.

It's worn well, you know.

But then, you've looked after it.

Can't understand Ambrose.

No need for you to go at all.

Washed and pressed

all his best for tomorrow.

Found some of your shirts

under a pile in his room.

Turns ever so funny

if he knew I'd been in.

He's got a pair of your boots

in there, too.

Better to make it safe for tomorrow.

Be all right.

Be all right, James. Be all right.

(Plane roars overhead)

Be all right. You'll see.

(Door creaks)

(Footsteps)

(Birdsong)

(Digging)

(Hens cluck)

(Footsteps)

(Thud)

(Vibrating)

(Vibrations stop)

(Clock ticks)

(Kettle hisses)

(Flies buzzing)

(Clatter)

(Clattering)

(Clang)

(Footsteps)

(Squeaking)

(Thud)

(Scraping)

(Crash)

(Ragtime music)

# Button up your overcoat

# When the wind is free

# Take good care of yourself

# You belong to me

# Eat an apple every day

# Go to bed by three

# Take good care of yourself

# You belong to me

# Be careful crossing streets, ooh-ooh

# Don't eat meats, ooh-ooh

# Cut out sweets, ooh-ooh

# Don't get a pain-a-roo

in your tum-tum

# Keep away from bootleg hooch

# When you're on a spree

# Take good care of yourself

# You belong to me

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