Category: remembrance
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Remembering another New Year…
Big Ben has always been a very special symbol in my life. I grew up in London, and the deep resonant tones of the bell and the imposing majesty of the building are one of the most enduring memories of my time there.London has many such landmarks and I love them all, but that tall…
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A Nightmare Remembered…
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75 years ago, I read an illustrated copy of Jane Eyre. I was eight years old and fascinated by the haunting drawings and the story itself. A sad, complicated story that gave me nightmares. I spent my childhood trying to escape from a miserable childhood, reading everything I could get my hands on. The story…
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Sunday Thoughts…
My garden is not looking its best these days, owing to my lack of attention, so imagine my delight to have a quick look around this one! and a memory from last summer… Me, on one of the good old days…
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If Wishes were Horses…
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I didn’t want to write yet another post about my problems, as you are probably as tired of reading about them as I am tired of writing them. But… These problems are getting in the way of everything, and I can’t seem to work my way around them. Rather than face either of my accident…
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Time… a new poem from Anita… #Poetry
Time Time changes too much… I am still walking on cobbled streets Where the man lights the lamps at night, putting them out again in the morning Where the moon turned out larger than today Where men would doff their hats when a lady passes by Where courtships could take months before a kiss passed…
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Remembering…
I always think of my dad when Remembrance Day comes around. I never met him because he is one of the many who never came home, but it always feels as though I knew him well. I wanted to say something today, but due to some disturbing news yesterday, I couldn’t think straight this morning. …
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The Friday Flower…
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Anita found this Peonie in Waitrose, and the minute I saw it, I fell in love. I love Peonies, despite or maybe because of their fragile nature. They never last more than five minutes in the garden, so I hoped that being in my peaceful office would encourage longevity. A week passed, and I was…
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Her Little Flowers: A Spellbinding Gothic Ghost Story by Shannon Morgan #Fiction #Review
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Readers of Eve Chase and Kate Morton will devour this bewitchingly atmospheric, melancholy modern ghost story set in the lush hills of England’s Lake District. There, a solitary woman’s quiet life spent in her crumbling ancestral manor house with the company of a child’s ghost is dramatically interrupted when her estranged sister returns to share…
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I Remember… #Poetry
Image by Kerstin Riemer from Pixabay I remember… I circle between heaven and hell Like a buzzard I am neither up nor down Tiny pinpricks of silence pierce my mind I remember a life before the feathers that now hold me in the loft I walked on two legs, spoke in a foreign tongue I had no name,…