Debbie Jimack, my grandmother: some more history
Debbie Jimack is the same Debbie Warwick of an earlier blog post, my grandmother. That earlier post lead discovery of more family history.
This sub-category of Articulations collects posts that are mostly or largely made up of memoirs from my life, or family stories
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!
The scar tissue on my body is a portable anthology of stories of damage and recovery, but the scars are fading now, or becoming camoflaged.
Deborah Warwick – Debbie – my grandmother shared a birthday with me on 30th July. I think of her every year on this date. I still miss her.
Flying to Accra. This post continues my account of our my trip with Mrs SC to Ghana for my 60th birthday, This week’s post is about getting there.
Boiling coffee – roasted coffee beans ground to be boiled in a coffee kettle, used to be the usual way to make coffee. But who makes it that way now?
Of Flanders fields, poppies and iconography – something of a ramble, something of a rant and all inspired by the recent Armistice memorial events.
The Gothenburg disco fire: the worst fire in recent Swedish history took place 20 years ago on the 29th October 1998: 63 died, over 200 were injured.
Sitting in the barber’s chair can be a meditative experience, my mind wanders back to revisit some of the barbers I have known.
What is the worst journey you have ever made? Recent events, public and private, have me remembering my own worst journey and the concept of a bad journey.