Imagine that you are in conversation with someone. You are enthusiastically telling them a story when suddenly, they put their hand up and say, "Stop! Don't speak. You wait, mouth still open....?....? ....? You're gasping to tell the punch line, your heart is racing, waiting..waiting.... "Go," they say, "carry on." How rude is that? Well,… Continue reading How Rude!
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Christmas Time
The other day a blog post caughte my eye. It was about Christmas past, present and the furture. When I was a child we celebrated our Christmas as a big family. Stockings were hung at the end of the bed and in the morning there would be an apple, orange, a little toy and some… Continue reading Christmas Time
Hidden Stories in Family trees
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 with curious tales to tell. My father had dark skin. During the seventies and eighties politically correct was only used by politicians. When Dad… Continue reading Hidden Stories in Family trees
My Two Dads
I came across this on an old blog of mine, and thought it appropriate to post for Father's Day and also National Parent's Day on 26th July. Once upon a time I had two dads, one with hard brown eyes and the other with soft ones. The dad with the hard eyes was a police… Continue reading My Two Dads
An Amazing Woman
by Karen J Mossman I love old photos and came across this one. It was taken in 1928 and the Rose Queen in the centre is my Auntie Molly. She was an incredible and interesting character. The daughter of a local councillor, she was born in 1914. She defied her religious family and married an… Continue reading An Amazing Woman
Mr Blobby!
This picture was taken in 1993 when I was at Granada Studio tours in Manchester. I was wearing my favourite white padded jacket. It was co-ordinated with my then fashionable track suit. Everyone has an item of clothing they love and this jacket was mine. The following year I went on a day trip to… Continue reading Mr Blobby!
The Ode to Lancashire Cotton Corporation
Tune: The Church’s One Foundation I was searching through a box that has been kept in the loft for the last twenty years. It was full of old photos, newspaper, and postcards, etc. Amongst them I found this on a postcard. We are the Cotton Saviours,The Boys of the L.C.C. We cannot spin, we cannot… Continue reading The Ode to Lancashire Cotton Corporation
Bin Day
Happy New Year and welcome to the first blog post on Magic of Stories. I was wondering what it would be, then found myself musing one morning.The dustbin men came round the other morning about 8.30 am, and it made me remember what it used to once be like. In Anglesey, where I now live,… Continue reading Bin Day
Reflections of Simmondly
Simmondly is a small village in Glossop, Derbyshire, and in the early 1900s John Pedder, a retired councillor for Stretford Urban Council in Manchester, had a holiday cottage there. Their granddaughter, Molly, told me the story of Simmondly before she passed away in 2014 aged 100. 'We had this great big trunk which we’d pack… Continue reading Reflections of Simmondly
Island Tales
When I came to live on this island, we had a dog. It was fun exploring, but sadly she was old and our adventures were limited. When she died, we were never getting another one. Eight months later, we thad Tilly, another Yorkshire terrier. This time a puppy, as Jodie was a rescue dog, coming… Continue reading Island Tales
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