Page 6, 25th November 1966

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Organisations: Tilehurst Evening Club
People: Bradley, Edith Sims
Locations: Reading

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As we grow older

As I journey round the country, it seems to me that the two great threats that we have to face, especially as we grow older, are those of loneliness and le worry of being prone to some such malady as rheumatism. From which, incidentally, over 5 million people in this country suffer in some form or other.

The Club

And I know someone who would most emphatically agree with me; Mrs. Edith Sims, a woman with the lithe walk of a girl, who invited me to come and meet the members of the Tilehurst Evening Club, in a very pleasant, bright hall outside Reading. The club's meetings truly provide a rallying ground for those who otherwise might find themselves lost in the twilight of their days. I have never sensed a warmer, friendlier atmosphere, or seen more smiling, thankful faces. Yes, as thankful as Mrs. Sims is herself.

A tin of Fynnon

After a couple of hours spent in her company, I was astonished at her own energy at sixty, and she told me how much she owed to Fynnon. As she put it: "I have had two husbands, and I have two married children, a son and a daughter, and six grandchildren, but Fynnon's has been my closest friend for years — there whenever I needed it. It not only proved a godsend at a time when I truly couldn't lift my right arm to brush my little girl's hair, let alone my own, but it has kept me free from pain and on the go ever since. I tried all sorts of other remedies, before I bought a tin of Fyntion's, in despair. What a lucky day that was for me 1"

Roped in?

Yes, and an equally happy day for this grandmother, was when • she was roped-in to assist at the Tilehurst Evening Club. The voluntary work Mrs. Sims does whelp Mrs. Bradley, the most capable president and sponsor, who is also a staunch supporter of Fynnon, is in its way a different kind of healing medicine, a tonic in itself. Many of us are so wrapped up in our own problems, our own aches and pains, that we have no time or thought left over for the anxieties of others.

Being a doer.

"I must :repeat, I am very lucky," Mrs. Sims summed up.-"Wheb I was left a widow, I worded lest ,my life was finished. Instead; I was given this second chance."

She didn't simply mean the chance of a second happy marriage, this . time to an exmatelot who. has dropped his anchor back here-in Tilehurst once more. She meant most of all to be a. doer. But how can anyone be a doer in life when they are in pain ? .




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