When do childhood memories become an everyday part of one’s life? Is it an age-based phenomenon or is it related to some significant event in life that “takes you back”? In my case it seems to be age-based PLUS some… Read More ›
Haiku #32 The Bee Orchid
Growing up in a coastal iron ore mining village in mountainous Cumbria had plenty of outdoor “distractions” for a young boy and his closest mates. One of these was to go into places we were specifically told NOT to, especially… Read More ›
Ego Integrity: 1/8 Why did I leave school?
This is the first in a series of eight “old age” reflections on this period of my life. The process and place of such reflections is described in the final paragraph. It conjures up the words, struggle, doggedness, learning experience,… Read More ›
Ancestors forged in iron!
The only sounds now are the calls of the Jackdaws in the swaying rustling trees and the gurgling of the River Duddon just 50 metres away. Once, these woods reverberated to the pounding of hammers, the squeaks of wheelbarrows, the… Read More ›
Three “cast iron” events that defined my immediate ancestors lives … and mine!
Between 1855 and the end of that century a number of significant events occurred that impacted on the lives of my ancestors, and directly on my own life too. They placed our lives within a context, a history of the… Read More ›
#52Ancestors: My “first” ancestor knew his onions!
Having put a stop to my manic and unstructured efforts at genealogy, creating a rather narrow family tree disappearing into the mists of time, I have now settled down to more thoroughly research each ancestor. Apart from my parents, both… Read More ›
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