My late mother, Edna Barton (seen here on left in her Women's Timber Corps Uniform). Her maiden name was Harris (but was widowed previously so also known as Edna Packwood). From her service record, I discovered:- 1. She joined the Women's Land Army (WLA) in 1942. 2. She was transferred to the Women's Timber Corps (WTC) 28.1.1943 … Continue reading Genealogical research: Edna Packwood nee Harris of Birmingham B1920.
First off I need to make it clear where I stand. I am an atheist. I have no recollection of being anything else. Yes, we were force fed Christianity in “Religious Education” RE at school and yes every morning we had "assembly" where we sang Christian hymns. None of this held any attraction for me. … Continue reading Religion observed.
The last time I went to mainland Spain I was ten years old. I’ve been to a Spanish island since, Lanzarote, where Sue’s dad had a timeshare. But never on the mainland until last week. We travel quite a bit, mainly long distance which has its attractions, but we haven’t spent much time on holiday … Continue reading For the first time in over 60 years.
Source: "...fool’s errand." There is so much in this piece which resonates with me. I hadn't reached the -to me at least - lofty heights of the author before deciding it was not entirely for me. I don't really publish anywhere except in social media so my decisions aren't going to make any significant ripples … Continue reading “…fool’s errand.”
Source: A story of strife, and yet...
In the new year I was wandering amiably through life when I turned a corner. And, around that corner, I was mugged. Mugged by old age. I didn't see it coming though I should have. I began to feel it's impending presence. But, I chose to ignore it. And yes, I had seen my father, … Continue reading Mugged by old age.
Every photographer must say this at some time in their working life. If not to others, then inwardly, to themselves. It happened to me recently. I had a visually boring and flat morning in Lincoln when I walked out of a coffee house straight into a wonderful picture. It was transient. It passed, dissolving as … Continue reading I missed the shot!