Life with cats, and other things…
A year ago, the raucous sound passing over my roof sent my cat Willow diving for the nearest shelter. It was one of the sights and sounds that soothed my heart and made me fall in love with my new home. The first place I ever really wanted to call "Home". Now they are on … Continue reading One year Upstate
This little book of poetry was passed on to me when I was very young. It was presented to my great-grandmother Deer "for general improvement" in 1889. Sadly, it had not been at all well looked after. I have always treated it with care but it is slowly disintegrating. It has travelled around with me … Continue reading CAT “Time”
Peter and I, c 1950So happy! Saigon, c 1959 The warm bath water felt so good to my tired body. Over the past three days, I had flown 10,000 miles, mostly in a middle seat, with a brief stop in London to say hello and goodbye to my long lost brother. The famous travelling suit. … Continue reading From the fat to the fire?
Lundy Island, Bristol Channel, UK Early on in my blog life I mentioned that I don't believe in co-incidence. This has happened to me way too many times. A few posts ago I was in England, at my old school in North Devon, UK. This took me back to the places I remembered like Bideford … Continue reading How does this happen?
28th August, 1964. The date is etched on my brain but the few days between leaving my parents in SE Asia and arriving in New York are mostly a blur. Sometimes one seems to remember silly things. Like my mother's idea of sending me from Bangkok with a bouquet of orchids f0r her cousin in … Continue reading Long Island
Humming birds have left... The morning air Is fresh and crisp,Dawn comes laterFull of mist.Flocks of birdsAre stopping byTo take a snackThen off they fly.A shade of rustIt paints the landTrees soon nakedAll will stand.Leaves are flyingAll aroundWoodchucks soonWill go to ground.My friends are leavingOne by oneSo ends the SeasonOf the Sun.But yetA brave marigoldSeems … Continue reading Heading out
Having survived a slightly unusual childhood, what were my expectations when I came to America? I'm not sure I really had any. After the years in boarding school, wouldn't it be nice to have a home? In theory, perhaps. I had got used to being alone and doing my own thing. I certainly was not … Continue reading Coming to America
