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I was so lucky my mother Jo and I got to travel together and go on adventures. She was so beautiful and young looking, people thought she was an older sister. We shopped together loving fashion, we dinned out exploring foods, we had parties together loving the process of putting a meal together and entertaining our friends, and we loved to dance.

I was 14 when we moved to South Africa, a place where my mother came alive. She discovered who she was and embraced life to its fullest, and for some years truly lived truly loved and truly explored life. She travelled she met people, she made lifelong friends and for some years forget she was shy and reserved. She loved acting and was an exceptional actress who could have in a different age gone so far in the industry. She wrote lovely stories one we all love Horatio Mouse about a mouse who takes over the jungle. She loved words, written, spoken, the puzzle of them, they came alive when she spoke them. Timing was never on her side, war, opportunities, love, all came at the wrong time and she missed out on showing the world her true gifts, but we saw them and we are blessed for it.

Many a man wanted to marry her, she bought out the gallantry in them, and unfortunately she lost loves due to death, she was so loved but never married again. Her marriage to our father was not the most suited and this left her mistrusting marriage, I also don’t think she truly believed any one really loved her for she never truly loved herself, which is so sad as there was so much to love of her.

I will carry with me for ever the joy of entertaining hosting a dinner party. The love of popping out for lunch and shopping for that fabulous outfit that made us feel great. I have carried on the joy of traveling with my one daughter and it is so much fun. The love of playing cards, Mum was a shark at cards, she played the little old innocent lady and won every time, the same with Scrabble for she loved words and found the most unusual words ones to play.

We have lived in different countries now for a long time, I would go home to see her she would come to see us. I so wish we were closer as we really loved many of the same things. My children loved her and loved visiting her in the UK to enjoy her food, soups, cakes, shepherd’s pie and card playing.

We will be doing a tribute to her where we will cook the foods she made for us, play cards and celebrate the life of a woman who was well loved but sadly did not always know that. I prayed for her passing so she would not be in pain any more, I know she is with the collective energy, home in harmony in love of the divine joy, but I miss her, no more calls every week, no more visiting her.  Logic is ruling me but my soul is longing for her to contact me, she will, in time, but now party on dear Mama, for your life is now a joyful party of peace and everlasting love.

Always in my heart and soul

Sara your youngest daughter.

The International Writers Magazine: In Memory of a Mother

TRIBUTE TO JOANNE STANDELY  NORTH

In Memory of Joanna North:

My mother Joanna passed away last week aged 95 after a pretty horrid, but thankfully short illness. Born in Ishapore, India in 1920, her father a Colonel in the Indian Army – her mother, seven sisters and one brother were shipped to the UK in time for war to break out and never quite got over the shock of living in cold England or the Blitz.

Jo had a long and varied life as an actress, a nurse during the war, a mother of three, collecting two husbands and finally Grandmother and Great-Grandmother, as well returning to acting from time to time. * I must also add she was great at telling fortunes and pretty damn good with the cards. We all relied on her for our ‘futures’.
Photo of Joanna © Bob North 1946

She was kind and spiritual – but shy off-stage. Tragically she lost her second husband (my Pa Bob) to a heart attack when he was just 44 and never remarried despite many offers. She lived in Cape Town for many years, Vancouver briefly, a few years in Hampshire and in between Lincolnshire, liking the Cape best I think. (Her last words were about the lemon tree in the Claremont garden).

A favourite memory for me is as a child sitting on the kitchen Aga (the only warm room in the house) listening to her saying her lines and quickly prompting her if she mis-remembered. I didn’t know it then but I was learning my craft as a writer from her and all about timing. Whether Bernard Shaw or Oscar Wilde, I loved listening to the words, even if most of the meaning went right over my head. She loved performing. and being someone else. Her last show was as the Captain’s wife, Parthy, in Showboat, even though she was terrified of singing in public. I remember how scared she was of having to faint on stage and be caught by this skinny actor who was equally deathly afraid of being squashed. (It was alright on the night).

My sister Jane writes: ‘I am grateful to Mummy who taught me the love of ‘colour and beauty’. This gift gave me confidence, as was her insistence that food should be interesting and easy on the eye. Home should be dressed to be welcoming and for the roms to flow. When it came to clothes ‘be comfortable and chose outfits that please yourself rather than others’. She taught by example. She told me that the word ‘if’ was the saddest word. Once you have decided on an action go for it, as long as you do your best it will turn out well for all concerned. She was there for me after my divorce and taught me that family is a bond that cannot break.’

When Sam Hawksmoor was writing ‘The Repercussions of Tomas D’ set during the Blitz, we were eating lunch with Jo in the garden in Petersfield when a Lancaster Bomber flew over low, on its way to an airshow. She went ashen as she was suddenly back in Brentwood during the war pushing the pram with Jane in it when a German bomber loosed its bombs on the houses there. One fell on the house next door to her as Jo flung herself over the pram to protect baby Jane from debris. Two children flew over the house from the next door garden and landed totally intact beside her but their innards blasted. She hadn’t noticed that she was bleeding herself until someone saw her and screamed. The war and it’s terrible effect were always well hidden but still intensely vivid to her. She was invaluable when writing that book.

Jo was always encouraging of others and if a little disappointed my sister Sara didn’t go on stage, despite showing immense talent, but supportive for her next adventures, if a little sad that Sara chose to travel so far away to Canada. Jo was enthusiastic about me becoming a writer, even if I clearly had little means of supporting myself if it didn’t work out. My Ma wasn’t always very practical and trusted to fate quite a bit – but in the end was proved right as it all did turn out ok. No vast riches, but that old adage about getting a skill you can fall back on was the best advice she gave me (teaching) and I guess true for any parent concerned about their kid falling between the cracks.

When I was a kid we lived in Lincolnshire and she was an avid science-fiction reader – favouring all those yellow jacket books from Gollancz. Even if I didn’t understand everything she encouraged me to read them from quite an early age and so I was addicted to quite a bleak view of the future courtesy of Phillip K Dick, all thanks to Jo. It was she who dragged us to Africa when my father died and we all fell under its spell. She blossomed there as never before and made some good friends who were generous and very entertaining. The Cape had a profound affect on us all and for Jo it was liberating. She went everywhere with Kandy, her Border Collie and was heart broken when she died.

Although shy she had quite a strong personality and you can see versions of her in the Sam Hawksmoor ‘Repossession Trilogy’ and more importantly in my own book Mean Tide where she is the matriach spiritualist living in Greenwhich. She influenced many people in their career choices or even marriage choices. She was always there to give solid advice.

When older she used to run a little writing group in Louth, but I know she always regreted leaving Cape Town and her little cottage there. I can’t remember why she left now, but whatever regrets she had she always looked on the bright side and made the best of it. I recall that any girlfriends I brought along she’d immediately ply them with home-made pies and cakes – she took great pride in her cooking. Karine in Martinique still misses those cakes!

The end years were pretty hard, being bed bound, but at 95 she woudn’t miss an episode of Big-Bang or NCIS and don’t get me started on Pointless. Her brain was sharp right up to the last three days and there is nothing more cruel to see someone suffer a minor stroke that robs them of the ability to see clearly or articulate their needs adequately. It was very affecting to see how much she hated leaving this life.

Jo is survived by daughters Jane, Sara, myself, grandchildren Tabytha, Tyler and Tasha, Dominic, Emma and Casper and the great grand-children. All will miss her.
© Sam North Feb 19th 2015

And here is Joanna in her own words back in 2001 on A Golden Age
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So loving in good vibrations and loving life, is it easy? NO not when you have bad vibrations around you. How do we survive the negative vibes how do we rise above them how do we change channels so they do not affect us??? That is the million dollar question.

I am a blue person which means I am sensitive and open to all emotional vibrations around me both good and bad. It is what makes me a good at my work, radio interviewing, readings, liberating, but it is also what causes me so much pain.

The problem of being so open is that you pick everything up and sometimes with no time to protect yourself. Those bad vibes the ones that come out and attack you from nowhere, cut through you like a knife and leave wounds. I know we can be rational about everything and logic as to why someone is dumping their sh-t on you can be explained but can it be excused? Is your shitty day my fault? Is your life choices my fault, does my kindness give you the right to dump on me? NO NO NO it does not in any way shape or form, so why is it happening?

I know that my English tone of voice makes some people feel I am being a snob, or that my speaking to your possibilities and believing you can succeed can be to some over bearing, but still a dumping ground? I speak in no confrontation I am not looking for an argument but I do react when attacked I know I should rise above it, take a deep breathe, let it go, but when it just keeps on coming at you how do you?

This is still something I battle with, in my place of truth (when interviewing people) my work there is an equilibrium, but out there amongst other people I am lost. Am I too friendly? Do I attract people with issues? Do I receive others frustrations with their own life because they think I can fix it? Or am I just a person who aggravates people?

I love peace, I love speaking with innovative liberative people, I am in my heaven when traveling with good vibrations, so what is it that invites such negativity? In our journey to seek and live in good vibrational peace are we going to meet those that wish to stop us or interrupted us? Yes we will, will it unbalance us? Yes at times it will. Will it hurt us? Only if we let it, we can feel the first punch but we do not have to stay around for the next one.

I travel at the higher vibration and bring you people who have redirected their lives into living in their D.I.V.A (DREAMS INSPIRATIONS VISION ASPIRATIONS) and are living a life of truth passion heart soul spirit and knowingness, and now wish to share with you their liberation. They have learnt which tools to use, and the hows, and they have and do daily re focus their belief’s deleting old patterns embracing new possibilities. They know it is work and dedication and focus, they know they will have challenges and redirects, life will still happen to them good and bad, but they also know they will get through it because they have before and they are so much more stronger now because of it.

That does not mean that they are lala about it, or that they do not hurt or get depressed of sometimes just want to give up, it means that they know who and how to get back up and continue on and releasing the problem so much faster. I am in that challenger right now, I have just left one place due to landlords and now face another who has no idea how rude and inconsiderate he is. I seek balance with him, but when someone is not ready to take that leap into redirecting their lives and chooses to be unhappy, nothing I can do will reach him. My vibration is too high for him, his discontent is to imposing on me, so an impasse, what to do? Move again? No, reason with him one hopes, because in the end he was to make money and wants people who will respect his property and does he really want to keep having a turnover of tenant’s? But who knows, maybe the need to be right is what guides him, and nothing will change that, or maybe he will want some of the peace I am promoting and be willing to take his own journey, only time will tell.

So for me right now I spend my energy on trying to keep a peaceful balance, live in a world of good vibrations and turn up the volume of possibilities. I can only do what I can do and believe that it will be enough. We are each of us responsible for our own actions and reactions, I hate altercations and unwarranted attacks so I must avoid arenas that host such hostility.

Home Sweet Home? I hope so, for balance with in our sanctuary is so necessary to living in peace on the outside world. So now I will recharge myself and send out those positive vibes in hopes that they reach him and anyone else who feels they can impose their misery on someone else. You are unhappy do something about it, redirect, take the journey make the changes to a better state of mind and chose to have people around you that resonate on a happier vibration be willing to invest in your self-worth and seek out the joy of life for yourself, for when you are full you overflow your joy to others and in turn show them a path to a happier place.

Here is seeking some good vibrations and loving wavelengths out to all who need it, may your sanctuary be peaceful, your heart full, your soul open, and your spirit in flight, and with a peace of mind, but also may you have around you people, nature, animals, that celebrate your life.

Good Vibrations to one and all.

Sara Troy.