Today is the tenth anniversary of my father’s death. This photo was taken in 1982. He was a sprightly 63. Kasia was one and a bit. I am showing you this photo because it brings back so many memories. We were living in the flat above my godfather’s accountancy office which he rented out to […]Read Post ›
Have I said I always wanted to be a teacher? Many times, I hear you mutter. So boring, never wavering, always on about education.Et cetera, et cetera. Well, now is the time to admit, that isn’t entirely true. I’ll try and explain. In June 1976 I finally obtained my degree by the skin of my teeth from […]Read Post ›
Sorting through some books, this page fell out today. How apposite, I thought. But who was she? 17th century, I believe, but I don’t know any more. Do you?
What can I remember? Probably not a lot and I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the actual memories, but I do remember my first form teacher. Mrs Nurse. She was very old and very tall and very grey haired and very nice. She taught my class English. But she was actually a PE teacher, and […]Read Post ›
(Footnote to First Night at St Augustine’s) When I went to Saint Augustine’s, it was a weekly boarding school. My father had wanted me to go to a catholic one and he searched high and low for one that was within a reasonable distance of where he lived, and which was cheap. It was a […]Read Post ›
I have a feeling I have written about this before, but I can’t find it and I don’t know how to use the searches, so here we go again. I wonder how similar this account will be, if I ever find the first one! Now this is a memory that seems to have stayed with […]Read Post ›
I’m in Valencia at the moment, having been whisked here by husband to try and forget about my impending cataract removal and to celebrate our 45th wedding anniversary. It’s been a great time for celebrations – I was seventy 3 weeks ago and had the most fabulous surprises, dinners, parties etc. it’s nice getting old, […]Read Post ›
George Sand, mentor, friend and lover of Chopin, went to my school , St Augustine’s Priory when it was still in Neuilly near Paris. The nuns were very embarrassed when I discovered this in 1965 because they were so ashamed of her. Not only did she live with a man, she dressed like a man, […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 