1848/22nd September 2022 Good memories and bad , in my experience anyway, are often intertwined. It had never occurred to me until this morning. We have one of those fine Fall days of scattered cloud and warm sunny intervals with just the hint of a chill in the blustery wind. A perfect day to attend … Continue reading Home?
Out looking at fresh snow Boxing Day 2020 Not knowing quite how to spend the the hours, yesterday, I thought back to a long-ago Christmas and decided to write about it. This is how it turned out: Toward the end of 1959, my father got word of a new posting from his employer, UNESCO. At … Continue reading A Christmas story
The Long Bridge, Bideford, North Devon After arriving "home" in the Spring of 1962, for a brief time, the family was reunited. My parents remained in England for a few months before my father took up a new posting in Laos. They rented a small flat in Richmond, a rather pleasant borough of London that … Continue reading To the West Country
Stella Maris, where I lived for 2 years, up in the draughty top floor The next episode of my educational odyssey took me back to England, somewhat to my disgust. Considering the problems I had encountered being at boarding school in Asia, you would think I ought to have been relieved to go back to … Continue reading Stella Maris