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 ›
Did you know I like reading? You probably are aware, as I seem to have been defined for most of my life as a bookworm, booklover, avid or voracious reader, etc etc. (Just quoting from memory from old school reports. They made their mark!) Anyway it is true, and over the years many people, family, […]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?
for KM This is the title of the composition that my teacher daughter has set me, and I have to admit that the very word composition takes me right back to my desk at school, exercise book in from of me, pen in hand, excited by the title I am about to be given. I […]Read Post ›
Happy New Year After my wild New Year’s Eve celebrations last night – smoked salmon canapes, champagne – just me and my husband- I was in bed well before midnight – I was a bit at a loss today. I’d done the dusting and the washing and had finished my book, so I was mindlessly (should […]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 ›
This photo came up in my Facebook memories today and it brought up many emotions and thoughts. I was a teacher for many years and from the turn of the millennium to 2014 I worked in a school for children with moderate learning difficulties. When I started there – I’ve written previously how that came […]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 ›
I have always loved poetry and the sound of my own voice, so when I was asked to read a poem as part of a national poetry reading event I didn’t hesitate to agree. It was supposed to happen on my birthday in September, and I was tempted by the thought that there would be […]Read Post ›
I just found this book on my shelf after many years and was enchanted all over again by the sweetness of the cover. The illustrator is Margery Gill. The back cover is no less delightful. I received this book for Christmas when I was ten. I remember choosing it with the woman who gave it […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 