Even if we live to be a hundred, the first twenty five years are ‘the longest half’ of our lives. They appear so while they are passing; they seem to have been so as we look back on them; and they take up more room in our memories than all the years that succeed them.Continue reading “Those Special Years: ‘Youth’”
I hardly ever carried a camera back when I was beautiful and had just the one chin. “I’m video’ing it in my head” I would say. Of course now I’m really grateful other people carried cameras and I could get pics from them. Even in the days when you loaded a roll of film inContinue reading “The Photo Archives”
It’s sad when – too late – we regretfully say: “I wish I had asked my mother about that.” Or my father. Or my grandmother. Most parents know our children are not as fascinated by our fascinating lives as we are. Only when they have children of their own—and feel the first twinges of theirContinue reading “Memoirs: THIS is what I’m on about”
Miss you girl. Things aint the same.
It’s the fourth time we have celebrated your birthday without you. And it’s not the same. It was chaos, of course. After two weeks of hum n haw, the kids decided we needed to go to Butcher Boys in town for big steaks. Then they decided on John Dorys nearby for fish n chips. ThenContinue reading “Four Birthdays”