This is my first time in Dubrovnik, but not my first connection with it. Many years ago, when I had just finished university, I had a boyfriend who was a disaster in many ways. But it took me a long time to see it, but that’s another story. He was an amateur archaeologist and I […]Read Post ›
Yesterday this lovely man, my father-in-law would have been 100 years old. He actually died almost a quarter of a century ago, though he did live to see in this millennium. I haven’t ever written a lot about him, but today I thought I would make up a little for lost time. I first met […]Read Post ›
On this day, two years ago our youngest daughter got married to her lovely young man. We were all thrilled by the event, but spent the run up to it slightly concerned that we would have to make some uplifting speeches. We worked quite hard on them, and when I found them today I thought […]Read Post ›
Traditionally a time for reflection and fun, I thought I would have fun reflecting on the year by looking at all the photos I have taken this year on my phone. No, I am not going to show you them all, but I have judiciously picked out one or two from each month which have a particular […]Read Post ›
Parents’ ‘marriage. Gustaw Wisoky Autobiography ******* My mother is the daughter of a clerk in the Cozla mine. My mother and my father only had a civil wedding ( a Hungarian one) the reason that a church wedding did not take place after the civil one , despite the Weizenried priest having friendly relations with […]Read Post ›
My mum loved old things and brass things and practical things. For a very brief year she ran a tiny desk sized stall in Antiquarius Market in Chelsea where she bought (mainly) and sold (occasionally) things that she liked. Jewellery mainly, silver spoons and salt cellars, mustard pots. All great for Christening and wedding and […]Read Post ›
No not the opera, not many Spanish girls of that name, but the best birthday present ever when I was 17, in 1970. My parents had friends who I now realise were doing their utmost to treat me as a grown up rather than the sweet little girl that my parents made me out to […]Read Post ›
I was in West Kensington the other day and suddenly I was five again and going to school for the first time. Actually, maybe not the first day, as the routine had been established. I was holding my grandmother’s hand. We would play word games on the way. I must have been able to read, […]Read Post ›
It is exactly six years since Sharon went to meet her maker. Not an expression I would normally use, but her faith was her driving force. Everything she did was for the gleaner glory of God – very unusual in this day and age – but she sowed love everywhere. Fiercely intelligent, ferociously clever, her […]Read Post ›
For M and A KE Thank you What a city. What a weekend. I had never been to Amsterdam before. Look out for the windmills. Look at the tulips. Anne Frank. Van Gogh. Vermeer. Rembrandt. Well, it was wonderful. But nothing like that at all. We arrived Thursday afternoon and went by taxi from the […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 