Life with cats, and other things…
It's a long, interesting road when you join the workforce! In spite of my dismal performance, somehow in the Spring of 1965 I graduated from Syosset High School. I really felt like a fraud. It was almost as if I had never really been part of that scholastic year, as if whatever I did was … Continue reading Joining the work force
Crestfallen? Crestfallen is a good way of describing how I felt after a month or two at Syosset High School. Not that it was their fault. They were just doing what they always did. The problem was no-one had explained to me what it was I needed to do. The first clue that I was … Continue reading Crestfallen
How often I wanted to fly away too! One of the most daft and poorly thought-out things that happened to me as a child was being entered into the American school system, in the senior year of a large high school. It was a mind bender. I felt all the time as if I was … Continue reading First Boyfriend?
Please pardon the pause, which was due to persistent pussycat problems. I think they call that "alliteration", though if you have been following the story of my patchy (to use another "p") education, you will realize that I ended up knowing a little bit about a lot of things and not a lot about about … Continue reading “Catache”
Well this is plain spooky....I "posted" this two days ago but here I found it today still in my drafts and guess what...today would have been Ray's birthday...trying to tell me something? It really isn't fair, I think, to paint someone as a a really bad man when he is not here to defend himself. … Continue reading Back stories
Delighted as I was to have been released from the clutches of the nuns, who had been encharged with my education, I could not have imagined the misery that awaited me in New York. I was sixteen, so it was decided for me (as usual I was not consulted) that I should attend a year … Continue reading High School
Writing about geese the other day brought to mind one of my most favourite of all places on the planet. For some years, at the end of the last century, I travelled quite often to England. My parents went back in 1987 and had a home in Devizes, not far from Stonehenge. They were quite … Continue reading WWT, Slimbridge
