A Sandstorm Summer Holiday – a memory from 1968
A Sandstorm Summer Holiday – not the best advert for Lytham St Annes, I’m afraid. This is an attempt to write autobiographical flash fiction.
This sub-category of Articulations collects posts that are mostly or largely made up of memoirs from my life, or family stories
A Sandstorm Summer Holiday – not the best advert for Lytham St Annes, I’m afraid. This is an attempt to write autobiographical flash fiction.
Part 2 of The Return to Tema, in which, in 2018, I search for the house I remember living in and the school I attended back in 1963 and 1964.
When I was a child and my family were in Ghana, we lived in Tema while my dad worked on the motorway. Tema then was a small coastal town to the east of Accra. Small but busy. Nowadays, it is large and very busy. If it hasn’t yet been absorbed as an outlying suburb of … More…
Skiing downhill was never my strong suit – let’s face it, skiing was never my strong suit – but once upon a time I used to ski every winter.
Shanks’s Pony is an old idiom for feet and walking. I’ve been having problems with my feet – they don’t like carrying me any more.
Fire in the bowl, or Cinderella and the flaming deposit, a supposedly eco-friendly adventure from my recent holiday (though I have my doubts)
A writing prompt on the website of my writers’ group has me counterfeiting a letter my father might have written to me.
The bungalow at Beach Green in Shoreham-by-Sea was the third place I lived, but the first place I have clear memories of.
Debbie Jimack is the same Debbie Warwick of an earlier blog post, my grandmother. That earlier post lead discovery of more family history.
Monkey trauma – when I was six and we lived in Ghana a monkey stole my sweets – and it seems I’m still angry about it!