Six decades of a date – the thirtieth of July
The six decades between 1958 and 2018 – today is my 60th birthday and I’m sharing snapshots of my life from the last six decades.
This sub-category of Articulations collects posts that are mostly or largely made up of memoirs from my life, or family stories
The six decades between 1958 and 2018 – today is my 60th birthday and I’m sharing snapshots of my life from the last six decades.
This week, wounds and scar tissue. Not one of my usual efforts, though it is a kind of a Stop and a kind of a Story. I want to give some explanation of why I’ve not been enthusiastically blogging the last few weeks. It all starts with my birth…
April 18th – one day in seven decades. And why just this day? What is the significance? It’s the day (in 1986) that I married Mrs SC. Our anniversary.
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The Ghana Christmas ball was the first Christmas present I remember receiving. I was six years old and I was given the ball by my Father Christmas.
October – and now most of November – has been and gone and we roll on towards the end of another year. I have managed to keep up my weekly posts to Stops and Stories and my photo of the week from GBG365 posted on My Gothenburg Days’ Facebook page, but other projects have been … More…
In which, still in Brighton, we visit a cafe where once was an antiques shop that I worked in: stories of the two proprietors 40 years ago.
We visit the author’s home town, Brighton and Hove, and indulge in some nostalgia to the sound of “the grating roar/Of pebbles which the waves draw back”.
In which we consider swimming as exercise and therapy and a try to remember learning to swim as well as exploring swimming at Piscine de Longchamp in Uccle.
There’s something very special, I think, about hearing piano music in the street – each time it happens it adds an extra little bookmark in my memory.
A blog entry about the Chagall Retrospective at the Brussels Museum of Fine Art, and about memory, colour and light with a side step to the Tudeley windows.