A moving story of age, memory loss and the dignity of trying to preserve identity. Flo tries to understand the past to make sense of the present, but there is a problem. She has gaps in her memory and recollections slide away from her and hide in the recesses of her mind. Her friend Elsie tries to help her remember things.
I love the way that Flo’s memory loss it written about. Memories are difficult to pin down, they drift off and you have to chase them, tether them and bring them back. Memories don’t leave, they are waiting, shouting unheard from the back of your mind, waiting for you to work out how to find them again. A word, a smell, a face, a song – then they flood back as if they have never left.
I like the way that profound thoughts are slipped into the story. e.g. Are care homes to protect the elderly from society or to protect society from the uncomfortable presence of the old?
Part of the story is set in Whitby, where a visit is arranged for the residents of Cherry Tree house. I visit Whitby regularly so could envisage the places mentioned. West cliff with its hotels and drinks kiosk, Bothams Tea shop with the music shop nearby, the windows a riot of instruments. The glass and concrete modern library, the swing bridge, the narrow, cobbled street lined with quaint shops selling jet and holiday souvenirs. I hope the Cherry tree residents were fit enough to face the steep incline between the river and West cliff, that is a real test of age!
Three things about Elsie you should know. One is that Flo has known her since she was a child and she is her best friend. Two is that she always knows what to say to make Flo feel better. Three is hovering there in Flo’s mind but she can’t just pin it down. We realise what the third thing is at the end of the story, and it comes as a totally unexpected twist.