I have always had an uncanny memory for birthdays. I don’t know why I retain the information, I just do. I awoke this morning and saw it was July the 14th. Uncle Alan’s birthday. He passed away more than twenty years ago. When I first joined my husband’s family, it was here I met his… Continue reading Remembering a Life Lived
In 1988, a pub landlord killed a twenty two year old woman. He was caught not long after and sentenced to life in prison. He died this month, and never revealed where he buried her body. You can read about it here. This made me think of my grandfather, whom we called ‘Papa’. He was… Continue reading Secrets Taken to the Grave
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
At the end of the nineties I researched my family tree and being the curious type, I ended up doing four, my parents and my husband’s parents. Each one totally fascinating and each had curious tales to tell. My father was very dark skinned. Out of us four children, only one of us has the… Continue reading Hidden Stories in Family trees
We are now home. In July we were at the City of London Orthopaedic Hospital, where poor persons of every nation who are afflicted with clubfoot, contortions, or distortions of the limbs, curvature of the spine, or other bodily deformities have attention.