Category: Family
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What the song meant to her
Its aching regret makes it one of the most powerful songs in musical theatre.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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The settling train
But his son, filled with ambition in his teenage years, felt that, pleasant though his father’s life no doubt was, there was surely more to life than this?View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Kathleen’s letters to Aelwyn 1950-51
It is fascinating and lovely – if disorientating – to observe your parents’ courtship, and I have had that opportunity.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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“the Morbids”
When I was seven I woke up one winter’s night in tears because we weren’t on a camping holiday.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Poems by Kathleen Edwards
My mother loved writing poetry, and her best friend Elspeth Yule – known as Speff – presented Mum and Dad with this beautifully transcribed and delightfully illustrated book of Kathleen’s poems to celebrate their Golden Wedding Anniversary on 25th August 2001.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Joining the dots
My mother’s birth was “illegitimate”, although she probably never knew it.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Le gros commandant Whof Whof Whof: part 2 – The Large Wynnstay Collider
Would you mind awfully taking a DNA test for me, to give a definitive answer? I’ll pay for it, and I promise I won’t try to claim your castle.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Le gros commandant Whof Whof Whof: part 1
When I shared this rumour of our aristocratic ancestry with my daughter Rachel, she was initially excited, picturing her 4 x great grandfather as Colin Firth playing Mr Darcy. Less so after her first seconds of research uncovered le gros commandant Whof Whof Whof.View post to subscribe to the site’s…
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Kath’s writing
Pieces written by my mother, mostly for the Watford U3A Creative Writing Group.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Breakfast with Goofy
I was ten per cent deeply offended.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Aelwyn’s writing
Pieces written by my father, mostly for the Watford U3A Creative Writing Group.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Aelwyn’s War
“I paused to look out of the window, and saw a line of bullet-holes erupting on the upper side of the wing, heading straight for me.” View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Rhys Jones in the Battle of Normandy
My father’s cousin, Rhys Jones was called up in 1941, and served as a tank driver during the Battle of Normandy, landing on D-Day, June 6th 1944. He set down this account of the war in about 1966, after retiring from running a shop in Llanuwchllyn in Wales.View post to…
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Smokey’s 49-year vacation
I was prepared to leave it at that, and leave a bit of mystery in his life.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Llanuwchllyn
“Three of those people are your relatives”. That should have surprised me, but it didn’t. After all, this was Llanuwchllyn.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Totality
I’ll be eighty, thought Aelwyn. Some people get to eighty, don’t they?View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Library Night
“I don’t like Dr Seuss – it’s just playing with words.”View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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The bubble car picture
And now, perhaps fifty years later, I was looking once more upon the bubble-car picture.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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Taid
Taid seems to have preferred the schoolroom to the farm, and perhaps the effort he made to learn English as a child led his part of the family away from the land and into more comfortable (if less beautiful) workplaces.View post to subscribe to the site’s newsletter.
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