A is for Athens – of course. We just came back two days ago, and a is for amazing, but not exactly in the way we expected. A is for Acropolis, and it was the first thing we saw in the distance. and I’m afraid that’s where it remained, for the whole four days we […]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 ›
The attic yielded many finds last week. This was one of the best. I really wanted to find this article two years ago, for the 70th jubilee of the coronation (Queen Elizabeth’s, of course), as I was born in 1953. My father must have bought these reins that year, ready for me when I eventually […]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 ›
Wszystkiego najlepszego w dniu imienin wszystkim Krystynom! Happy namesday to all Christines. Unfortunately my mother in law is no longer with us, but I found her collection of identity card photos and chose these to show you how beautiful she was. 13th March 2020 we had just wished her a happy namesday in her care […]Read Post ›
Alice is about 20 in this picture. My mum is 27 so I must be about 3 1955 or 6. Holland Park. I would be lying if I said I actually remember this picture being taken, but I am almost sure my father took it. There is a whole series of them somewhere. But as […]Read Post ›
I had been taught to say my prayers by my father and loved the bedtime routine. But when I was thrust into the confines of the boarding establishment that was St Augustine’s, night prayers and day prayers and any other time prayers took on a totally different significance. Within a week of being there I had […]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 ›
(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 ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 