Lucid – Dementia Awareness Week

On The Go performing DWA2012As part of the Lucid project, Aqueous Humour have been mentoring On The Go, a third age theatre company. They have been working with vocal coach Carmel McCourt. They decided to create a small performance for Dementia Awareness week. They chose the Gracie Field’s song “Thing-Ummy-Bob (That’s Gonna Win The War)” as it relates to the wider project of looking at Bolton’s past, in particular factory workers. As well as rehearsing the song, they also created a small skit and movements to go with it and worked with our designer, Nerissa, to develop costumes for themselves. They performed to the Dementia Support group at Horwich RMI club. It went down very well. The vice-chairman George said they took him back to his first job at the aircraft factory so mission achieved. After their performance, they led a sing-a-long with percussion of other song from that era.

Writer Cathy Crabb has been working with Dementia Support Group at Trinity Methodist Church, Bolton which meets on Wednesdays. From spending time talking to the group, she wrote some poems and shared them as part of Dementia Awareness week:

If you knew all the things that were going to happen in your life before they happened…well it’s just a good job you don’t know, because if you did you’d never get through it.’

Everything forgiven’s forgot

Peace made way to war again

Boundaries and manners were lost

Dignity was dug into a dirge

Pride slurped from a baby cup-

Oh let’s not talk in sombre wilting

Of how a mind was skewed and tilting

The only saving grace to be

That hindsight wasn’t paid to me

As- if I’d known how you would leave

I’d never give my heart to grieve

And I’d’ve steered clear from the start

Lived ALL my life with a broken heart

Without the memory of this

Without the love, without the bliss

ONE OF THE FIRST TESTS OF MEMORY LOSS IS TO ASK THE PATIENT TO PLACE NUMBERS ON A BLANK CLOCK FACE

Does only the glide and click of the final tick resonate when the late hour chimes?

Whilst the chalked tally on the face of my time’s wiped away?

Could my every living moment be silt eroded up to the stone set stop in this day?

And what grit will I become when my last thought is sifted through?

Is anything left to be forged by you?

Ah now I see where I am to reside

Within the next in line to lead the pride

My memories lost to me have now inspired

Been thrown into their kiln and fired

My mind will never really pass

As now my sand becomes their glass

“This poem is a direct response to my own ponderings on how the people I have spoken to pass on their thoughts to allow others the wisdom of their years, thus it will be made solid by the generations that follow- that is the hope. And hope is a drive that never seems to leave a person- even if it is just the hope that they have been listened to.  Turning the sand, the erosion of a person into a solid glass object with clearness and clarity I feel is respectful and appreciative of the knowledge of past generations. To be turned into sand and forged again continuously in the cycle.

I have created a poem that looks like a vase and is also balanced at the top. The verse that balances on the top is level and yet also though seemingly pessimistic and despairing, is held up- even comforted- by the solid realisation of the second verse. It may also be perceived as a person with outstretched arms. Maybe despairing at first but then when made whole it becomes gracious and resigned.” Cathy Crabb

 

 

 

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