I can’t remember the last time I put pen to paper, metaphorically anyway, but I promise you I have written many blog posts in my head in the last few months. I have plenty to write about of my own accord, and other people, including family members, have asked me to write about specific things. […]Read Post ›
Happy birthday, Ciocia. Today you would have been 89. Aged about 2, in Lwów. Today’s date will stick in many Londoners minds, because of the London bombings 20 years ago. I remember the day well because I had taken some children on a school trip, and we were supposed to come back to school by […]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 ›
What is this ugly thing? You may well ask; I had to ask myself the same thing when I found it last week. But then I saw Mrs Washington’s handwriting, and it all came back to me. Mrs W, from Marlborough School, my teacher for the whole four years, was very ken=en on handicrafts. She […]Read Post ›
Two almost identical Bears.one is about 25 years older than the other, I believe, but both have a very special place in my heart. For many years the younger one and I were inseparable. Everywhere I went, Miś came too. Especially at night time, of course. When I was very small, my father was still […]Read Post ›
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 ›
I’m afraid I can’t actually remember it. It must have been September 1959. I was just six. I should have been seven, but somewhere along the line I missed a year. I moved up from Marlborough Infants School, putting Mrs Brock and Mrs Edwards safely behind me. A lot of my friends came with me […]Read Post ›
for the WW Do you even know what that is? I didn’t until fairly recently – they had gone out of fashion before the second world war I believe, and yet I discovered, to my eternal chagrin that I was made to wear one when I first started school. Let me explain. Winter 1958 was […]Read Post ›
One day I was happy standing on a table (the best punishment ever), daydreaming out of the window, and the next day I didn’t have a school to go to. My grandmother had come to collect me with the big box of Black Magic – sadly not for me but my teacher, and then she […]Read Post ›
31st August, 2024 Rose of Sharon Your flower bloomed just as we were leaving for your daughter’s wedding. What a wonderful omen. I feel I have to write to you personally, though I know you were there in spirit with us all. What a beautiful occasion. Anastasia looked splendid, as she entered the church surrounded […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 