Deirdre Hunt Langton Barlow Rachid Barlow was a joyous character to behold indeed. So much has already been said about her much loved persona already but a few comments lately in this blog have had me digging through my photo archives to find some representatives of my own personal favourite aspects and memories of Deirdre.
Anne Kirkbride brought Deirdre to life and what a life Deirdre had. It had its ups and it had a lot of downs but Deirdre still had a joy in her and a strength you couldn't deny.
Men were usually her downfall or the cause of a lot of her angst and if they weren't, her daughter Tracy was. "Oh, Tracy....." or "Oh, Ken" or the desperation-tinged "Ken! DO something!", knowing he probably wouldn't, echo around my memories.
I loved it when Deirdre was able to be smug and get the upper hand over people like Gail.
One last, more touching scene that comes to mind was when Deirdre visited Mike Baldwin when he had Alzheimer's Disease. She was gutted when he didn't really recognise her but when they danced, he looked at her and said something like "I know you, don't I?". It broke her heart and mine. And Mike's last words were of Deirdre, as he died in Ken's arms a few weeks later on a rainy street corner.
It always made me think that Deirdre was the true love of Mike's life, though he did love Alma dearly. Deirdre was one of the few people, man or woman, that Mike respected and he did anything for her that she needed.
I would like to see Ken go out into the back yard one night and think, just for a fleeting moment, that he could smell a waft of cigarette smoke. Deirdre spent a lot of time smoking out the back, staring up at the stars and working out what to do next when things went wrong. I'm sure her spirit won't wander far.
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