From L to R, top row down to bottom
2000 - Winter walk the day after my wedding / 1974 - Helen's Christening / 2005 - Zurich, Indian Curry
2005 - Chris and Jenn's wedding / 2005 - Zurich, Uetliberg / 1992 - Sri Lanka
2005 - Chris and Jenn's wedding / 2000 - Helen and Alan's wedding / 2005 - Zurich, Paradeplatz
Where do I start? Gerry was always a traveller and would drop in for short one or two day trips to the Anchorage, Bristol. Excitement would be sky high in the Palmer household and I was always so chuffed, because Gerry was my Godfather. The house is (even now) still full of artefects and musical instruments from far flung places. Gerry inspired me to find out about other countries and cultures. More importantly, he taught me that your home is not geographically fixed and that relationships can work at a distance.
I always got a hand made Birthday card, usually late, with his beautiful handwriting inside. The scan below is from 1986
He gave me a dictionary and thesauras set and inscribed it with "how serendipidous, love Gerry". I remember looking up and discussing what serendipity meant (the faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.) From Gerry I am sure I got my love of words and writing. He was a daily reader of my blog and would often ring with a list of questions and/or feedback from my posts.
Gerry taught me about social justice and the damage we were doing to the environment (long, long before this was fashionable). I was introduced to the New Internationalist Magazine when I stayed with the family in Sri Lanka in 1992. I did 3 months voluntary work with the Guide Association in Sri Lanka, supported by the Guide Association in the UK. And Gerry and Sharon were my back up. I remember sitting in their sitting room, whcih overlooked a beautiful green, lush valley in Kandy, listening to classical music wafting down from above. Gerry was musical, like my Mum.
My wedding was one of the few times that my Mum, her 2 brothers and all the spouses were together. And for that I am very grateful.
Gerry always treated me as an adult and as an equal, even when I was a precious child of 8 or a naive young adult of 18. He always talked to you at the same level and was always interested in your opinions and your experiences.
I am just so sad that I didn't get more time to spend with him - I will miss him.