She told me that he had written back to say he was indeed very much alive and would like to make contact with me. Suddenly I was transported back to that rainy afternoon so many years ago and the small black and white photo looking back at me, all mixed up with the stories I had been told over the years and the father I met so briefly 45 years ago.
To my great surprise and pleasure when I was 19 or 20, it was announced that my father had been in contact and was coming to visit Edinburgh as both my sister and I had given birth to our first child. I was really excited and for the first time in my life, made a pink spotty dress for the occasion. I cringe now to think of that dress.
It always seemed to happen on a rainy Sunday afternoon when the family were gathered together for one reason or another, and the old photos would be brought out of their dusty tattered brown boxes.
'He's very quiet...' I mouthed the words to my husband, having checked that our latest house-guest was comfortable in the back of the car. On the journey home, I mused on his Oriental handsomeness...
THE journey which Rosa Blanche Williams made on her pony to Hay Market once a week would take her across some unforgiving territory. From Pant Farm at Rhulen the ten miles were a switchback route over Llanbedr Hill and down to Painscastle, back up and over The Begwns to Clyro and across the River Wye at Hay Bridge.
Some time ago I decided to research my fathers' family tree. I have an aunty and two uncles who are still alive, all in their 80's.
I recently came across a box full of old letters. They were passed to me a couple of years ago but, at the time, I didn't read them as I knew it would be such a mammoth task. But rediscovering them, I became transfixed.
As shown by Jan's post on Facebook, buttons and button tins evoke lots of memories for many people. As in this case, the memories of childhoods spent rummaging in grandmother's or mother's old button tins. Even though I had no memories of the buttons I found in my grandma's tin I still enjoyed looking at them and sorting them and spent many a wet afternoon doing just that.
I was born with a rare and complicated heart and lung condition and was never able to run around and play as other children did. Children can be cruel, and I was often bullied and made fun of.
Nursery Life In The 60's - Lego, Beswick Farm Animals, Matchbox Cars, Barbie Dolls, Enid Blyton And Ladybird Picture Books!
My late mother, Mary Laughton 10.4.1922 - 1.9.2014 has dictated this article to me.
It was just over one year ago that God called home a very dear and very special person. This event threw my life into turmoil and left me wondering what I was going to do without my precious Ellie.At the time I couldn't see a way forward, but with fantastic support from family, friends and Oapschat here I am today.
Having friends in your life, is like having a lighthouse beaming light across the ocean on all aspects of your life. Friends are there in good times, sad times, special times. Always there to lend an ear when needed, and to laugh with. To dine with too, and share your secrets and aspirations. They'll help you choose a special dress for a special occasion, and make you feel so special.
Dear Avalyn Grace
They tell you so many things about being a grandma. They say: ''it's brilliant because you can enjoy them and you get to sleep at nights.'' They say: ''You get to give them back at the end of the day.'' They say, ''you have all the fun and none of the responsibility.'' It is now a week since you were born, my little granddaughter. Your name, Avalyn comes from the Hebrew for Eve, the giver of life. It is a reminder of your Jewish inheritance through the female side of your family. Grace means 'the free and unmerited favour of God', a reminder of your Christian heritage through your father's side of the family.
After working on the Queen Mary as a hairdresser for three and a half years, I was transferred to the Mauretania, a smaller vessel which sailed back and forth to New York for six months of the year but every December stayed in new York for six months, making several two week cruises around the West Indies and one three week cruise around the Mediterranean, returning to the UK in May.
When I was twenty four, I wanted to get away from home. Having come from a sea faring family, I wrote to the Cunard Company and said I would like to work for them as a hairdresser on board one of their liners and asked for an interview. Could they please make it on a Wednesday afternoon, my half day! I did mention my uncle's name as he was one of their executive chefs and I thought it might help my case.
Near, far, wherever they are, family members are so important. We have family as far afield as Australia, and many near to home. Holidays, parties, birthdays, anniversaries. All the wonderful get-togethers to celebrate, with the usual buffet, wine or cuppa. I've had some wonderful times with my family.
I apologise to anyone who has their own way to deal with this trauma. This is my way and it is not intended to be mandatory. You must attach what weight you think fit to suit your own needs.