Wednesday, 17 March 2010

I Love Awards

We all need some recognition and rewards for the things that we do, even if it’s just a big grin from the baker for giving her the right change or a ‘well done’ from ‘them at home’ for getting all the cleaning done. How much nicer though to receive a tangible reward... an award, and I’m not talking Grammys, Emmys or Oscars, although I do love watching those award programmes. I’m not sure why. I often know neither the presenter nor the recipient but there’s something compulsive about the expressions on the faces of failed nominees as they try to maintain that fixed, false, smile until the cameras move on. No, the sort of awards I’m thinking of have far fewer frills, like a badge in the Brownies, a college certificate or even a blog award.

I never went to the Brownies but I remember being in awe of the line of badges neatly sewn onto my friend’s brownie uniform. When I was young I received certificates from College and University and at the time I was quite blasé about them. Only more recently did I learn how significant a College certificate can be. I was teaching in an adult literacy class. One member of the group, an elderly lady, had rarely been to school as a child. She was the eldest of a number of children and so was the one who had to help Mum, but now at the age of 83, she was ‘getting herself sorted’. I submitted her coursework to the City & Guilds and her certificate in Basic Adult Literacy soon arrived. I was unprepared for her reaction. With eyes red and brimming she whispered,
‘I’ve never had a sustificate for anything before.’
This was not the time for English usage corrections. We hugged.

And so I come to blog awards. It’s thanks to the lovely blogger, Jemi Fraser, that I have received my first blog award. My blog will wear it with pride. And now in true award ceremony fashion I would like to thank all my followers for following me, and a special thank you goes to Jemi and her blog, Just Jemi, which, incidentally, is well worth a visit.


  1. Congratulations! Daaaaarling, you are wonderful, sniff!

  2. What a great post, Rosalind! I love the story about the woman getting her certificate. We forget sometimes how important the ceremonies can be. I got a chill as I read her tale. Lovely :)

  3. Congrats on your award! And Happy St Patrick's Day.

  4. Congratulations on your well deserved blog award.
    You're so right - we all enjoy recognition even those who pretend they don't.
    I taught at a boys' high school and I was amazed to see how many teachers brought in home-made computer-produced certificates for 'great work' and how these blase cool teenage boys pretended they didn't care if they got one or not, but really were so proud when they did.

  5. Congratulations - from one ex-Brownie to another and from one Rosalind to another (although I use Roz).

  6. Many congratulations Ros on your Blog award. You really do deserve it. I know how much I look forward to reading your blog. Well done you. I know what you mean about the joy that someone can get from gaining a qualification or passing something for the first time in their lives. It still gives me a buzz today after all these years in adult education and makes me remember why I do this job.

  7. Thanks for all your comments and apologies for the slow appearance of them on this blog. Unfortunately I was waylaid with taking Mr.A for his two days of hospital tests in London. They say he needs 2 more months of chemotherapy so I was 'not in a good place' when we arrived home but your lovely messages were a tonic. Thanks again.

  8. Wonderful Blog - Wonderful award. For me all award programmes are irresistible. I usually end up in tears as people thank producers, directors and even their parents for having them. I had tissues in hand as I read about the lady of 83 receiving her certificate. I think we all deserve rewards - a gold star - for being who we are and what we are. Well done Ros, a hug and a huge gold star for a well deserved Blog Award.

    "Now where are those tissues................................"

    Rifka M.