In Sept 2010, I lost my parents, and to help me get over the grief, my husband suggested we get a dog. He wasn’t a dog person, so this was a big thing. In early 2011 we picked up an eight year old Yorkshire terrier named Jodie. My husband adored her and soon she became… Continue reading Happy Birthday To My Girl
My father in law passed away early 1983. I’d known him for five years. We had a great relationship. He was the biggest kidder going and I was young and naive. In their caravan, they had a dried star fish and he told me it was in suspended animation and if put back into water,… Continue reading National Father in Law Day
Yes, really. January 27th has been designated to it. Well, there's a thing. I've never heard of it, have you? World Breast Pumping Day was created to acknowledge the time, effort, and dedication that pumping breastmilk requires. The day dedicated to breast pumping mums is observed each year on January 27th. Pregnant women will need… Continue reading World Breast Pumping Day
31st January is World Leprosy Day. World Leprosy Day seeks to increase public awareness of leprosy, a chronic infectious skin disease. The day also helps to debunk common myths associated with leprosy. You can read more about it here. As soon as I saw the day it reminded me of a school project I did… Continue reading World Leprosy Day
In 1966 my mother gave me a little sister. She had huge eyes and dark curly hair. I adored her. I was eight, and even practised shouting her name around the house before Mum brought her home from the hospital. She was cute and beautiful. Nana would knit her little outfits. I was truly blessed.… Continue reading Adorable Babies
When I was a child, I saw a lot of my grandparents. My grandpa, on my Dad’s side, passed away when I was just seven. For the rest of my childhood and teenage years I had my Grandma, and my Nana and Papa. The latter lived in Oswestry, a small market town on the edge… Continue reading National Grandparent’s Day
My husband is a good sort and does his best to do the right thing. We went away for the weekend and I stayed on an extra few days. I gave him a bag of washing to take home, not expecting him to wash it.Arriving back, I noticed the radiators were full of washing, even… Continue reading A Good Man, Really!
By Karen J MossmanIn an issue of Writing New, Lizzie Enfield wrote under Writing Exercises, 'What's In A Name.' So this got me thinking about my own. Years ago I asked my parents why they chose my name for me and was told that Kathleen, my mother's name in Danish is Karen and Karen in… Continue reading Names are Important
When I was two years old, my mum fostered two boys called Norman and Paul Rhodes, When Dad got a job in the Manchester police force, we had to leave them behind with my grandparents. This is them in the gardens of the house called Woodcoate, in Oswestry, Shropshire. They were beautiful blonde haired boys… Continue reading Foster Children
When my son lived at home, he was extremely forgetful. Even today, he suffers with remembering things. I found this entry in an old diary and it me wonder if he had a hole at the side of his head where sense falls out. On Saturday morning I asked Ian to put a small table… Continue reading I Despair!