The Orange Ticket
edited: Saturday, December 08, 2001
By Rose G rose.moss@LineOne.net
Posted: Saturday, December 08, 2001
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I love going to charity concerts but am always doomed to disappointment when the raffle is held.
The Orange Ticket
I love music and singing, but whenever I open my mouth the sound that issues forth , sounds more like angry cats fighting then anything remotely musical, therefore I’d rather listen than try singing myself !
My old school friend, Barbara is just the opposite being blessed with an exquisite voice, which has made her the star of many a local concert .A few years ago, she sang in a performance of Handel’s Messiah, where she was by no means outshone by a professional singer, I last saw taking part in The Last Night of the Proms on television..
Barbara’s most recent venture was to take part in a concert in aid of the local Hospice, and I was delighted when she invited me to go along with her. It was more than just a recital, as a local florist, who has travelled all over the world giving demonstrations of his art , was creating floral arrangements and then raffling them in aid of the Hospice. I’ve been to these demonstrations before and have always tried in vain to win but have had to watch frustrated while others carried off the stunning creations.
The theme for the evening was “Music and Flowers from around the World,” so I was anticipating a wonderful evening. A lady came round with some pink raffle tickets and ever hopeful I bought a strip ,thinking at least it was in aid of a good cause.
The musical tour of the world commenced.
France was the first stop on the journey and Barbara sang an aria from “Carmen”, while the florist created some stunning scarlet centrepieces for a romantic dinner. Germany was represented by an opera bouquet and a table piece created to the hummable tune of Edelweiss. Then the first half of the evening concluded with Barbara singing two Puccini arias while the florist created a two beautiful creations, as white as the famous marble sculptures of the great Italian cities.
I was bored during the interval, as apart from Barbara, who was taking a much needed rest, I knew no one there. It was hot in the concert hall, so I wandered out into the foyer, where the raffle tickets were being prepared for the draw at the end of the evening’s entertainment. A few stragglers were still buying tickets and some orange ones, caught my eye. I suddenly had the strongest urge to buy an orange ticket and a conviction I’d win if I did. I decided there was no harm in buying more tickets, especially as whatever colour I have, the other colour invariably wins ! Then I saw there were green tickets too, a much prettier shade than the orange. I hesitated over which colour to get and then thought, it’s a very good cause, so I’ll get some of each !
I returned to my seat, with my tickets safely in my purse and watched the florist create an exotic oriental arrangement with various tropical flowers while Barbara sang selections from Kismet and the Mikado.
There was then a complete change of mood when the musical journey reached America and the florist used sunflowers and the yellow roses of Texas to create a colourful floral basket.
The final items were British folksongs as the musical voyage concluded. I liked the English flower arrangement best of all, as I love our traditional delphiniums and roses far more than exotic flowers, however beautiful !
Barbara and the florist received a well earned round of applause and then the Hospice Director came on stage to draw the raffle. I still felt oddly confident, though my luck with raffles is abysmal, only having won two prizes from the countless tickets I’ve bought, the last of those being over 20 years ago !
The tickets were drawn and as more and more winners were called out , I began to feel my confidence was misplaced. After all, this was about the sixth similar event I’d attended without winning.
Then the announcer said “Orange ticket 641” which was my ticket ! I was thrilled. I wasn’t sure which arrangement it was but thought it was one of the white bouquets.
Then as one by one, the winners carried off their prizes, I realised it wasn’t the bouquet at all but a gigantic arrangement with a German theme, comprised of of foliage ,roses, lilies, carnations and some exotic plants which reminded me vaguely of Cuckoo Pint. It was at least four foot high and in my eyes rather a monstrosity !
Barbara congratulated me on my win and we went for a drink with the officials from the Hospice. The florist was there and told me if I’d ordered the arrangement from his shop, it would cost at least £75,which made me gasp, as my idea of splashing out on flowers is a £1.99 bunch from the local supermarket, which indeed I ‘d been planning on buying the next day .
Barbara looked dismayed, as she contemplated how to get the arrangement into her car as it was so tall. Eventually, she eased it into the front seat, while I sat behind, grabbing it every time we went round a corner !
I knew exactly where I planned to put it in my home and spent a week enjoying the heavenly perfume of the roses, the most beautiful ,I’ve smelt. It was certainly a strange arrangement, which as my friend, Joan commented, looked as if I’d borrowed it from the props department of “Star Trek !”. Yet as the days passed it started to grow on me and as the flowers started to fade I felt sad. Then I had an idea, as the leaves still looked as good as new and when I went to the supermarket, I bought my usual £1.99 bunch of flowers, but chose the colours carefully to match the original colours.
When I got home, with the help of a friend, I replaced the dead flowers with fresh ones, we stood back and concluded it looked as good as new, though I dread to think what the florist would say !Since then I’ve replaced the flowers several times and have now decorated it like a Christmas Tree. I’m so glad I bought that orange ticket !
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|Reviewed by Cheryl Elliot
|A most fortuitous impulse. I hate watching flowers die, so I almost always get potted ones, even to take to people in the hospital. even my Christmas tree is alive. The kitten loves pine. It's something about the scratchines of the leaves and the texture of the bark.|
|Reviewed by Jean Levack (Reader)
|You described a very memorable evening so vividly. So glad you won.|
|Reviewed by EVELYN LOCKERT
|Isn't it strange how a "weird, strange, monstrous, ugly... you name it... thing
or person" sometimes eventually give us the greatest pleasures in life???
Lesson for us? Appreciate everything that's thrown our way! They are being
sent to us for a purpose! Thanks for sharing, Rose...
|Reviewed by Nellie Feng
|it is always a delight to read and enjoy your work!|
|Reviewed by Dallas Franklin
|Wonderful, Rose! Love the photo of the flowers too..great write.*~;)~~~Love, Dallas*S*SS
|Reviewed by Darlene Zagata
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Excellent Rose!!!!!!! Much enjoyed read. Janet xoxoxoxo|