On Alice Clare
Alice Clare is not my real name but a pseudonym and a salute to my Grandmother who raised me and who passed away on May 2, 1999. If you’re here and reading then you probably know my real name; if not, don’t worry you’ll live
The above I wrote in one of my first posts when my blog was hosted on Blogger. That was 4 years ago. Four years is a long time and I’ve learnt so much more about myself and my family in that time. It would seem that choosing to write in the name of Grandma means a lot more than I originally thought. I’ve learned that she’s a woman – with faults and many virtues – who wanted to say and do a lot that she was not able to do. She died young, barely into her 60s, and was a great person to be raised by. I learned discipline, how to be a lady, how to be dignified, how to raise children, how to keep a home, how to speak up without being rude (and most importantly when to speak up), how to love Allo Allo, Are You Being Served? and The Golden Girls and how to raise children. I would have loved to learn how to sew from her though.
Her passions and dreams did not only abide in the home but I’ve come to realize that she didn’t have the chance – not the opportunity – to do much of what she’d have liked to do. So perhaps I intuitively chose her name to write this blog because it is her guidance and hard work with me that is an integral part of the many opportunities that I’ve had. I’ve been blessed to be able to take the chances she was not able to and to say the things she was not able to. So perhaps this is how I’ve become so outspoken even as I am generally reserved and shy; I’m not afraid to speak up and share my opinion. I simply refused to be silenced.
So I write in the name of Alice Clare and hope that I do her justice. And make her proud.