Since January, I have been teaching myself to draw. I did a lot of copying from books, YouTube and often outside, houses, trees, cars, etc. What I really wanted to do was learn to sketch people. I’ve seen artists with a flexible pencil that flies across the page and within a short space of time,… Continue reading Pencil Drawings
What a wonderful thought provoking piece from Carole Parkes. What came to mind was that at the time they thought that it would go one forever.
What lovely caring people!
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Mum, Dad, I Missed You Both Today
We were caring for you for more than twenty years, but what went on in those last few years? I feel as though we lost touch with the people you were. We were so busy with caring duties, we never had time for proper conversations with you.
Catering for your needs took over our lives. Shopping, running you to the hospital for appointments, and repairing all the things you so easily broke. Do you remember all the toilet seats we replaced, four in one year alone, and that was on top of you, Dad, knocking the radiator off the wall with your motorized wheelchair. We were also busy sorting out personal accidents like wet bedding and carpets. Fortunately they were only occasional occurrences.
Meals-on-wheels were welcomed until you, Mum, wanted them liquidized like baby food. After a couple of weeks on this chosen version, you…
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This made me laugh. Haven’t we all done something similar?
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Happily browsing in a particularly long, narrow aisle of a clothing store, I was concentrating on the display of numerous tops and blouses. Carefully examining each one, I got about halfway down the racks when my path was blocked by another woman coming in the opposite direction. I went left, she went the same way, I went right, she did the same, and again, we both tried to go to my left. I couldn’t help laughing at the silly situation. Then I saw she was laughing too and the thought crossed my mind, well at least she looks happy and isn’t getting annoyed about not being able to pass me. She seems alright!
When I mumbled, “Sorry,” and saw her lips moving in time with mine, that’s when it hit me! The other woman was my reflection in a mirror at the end of the aisle. It wasn’t a long…
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When I was a child, I saw a lot of my grandparents. My grandpa, on my Dad’s side, passed away when I was just seven. For the rest of my childhood and teenage years I had my Grandma, and my Nana and Papa. The latter lived in Oswestry, a small market town on the edge… Continue reading National Grandparent’s Day
My husband is a good sort and does his best to do the right thing. We went away for the weekend and I stayed on an extra few days. I gave him a bag of washing to take home, not expecting him to wash it.Arriving back, I noticed the radiators were full of washing, even… Continue reading A Good Man, Really!
I was watching a television programme called First Dates and it was based in a restaurant exclusively for people meeting for the first time. It was interesting and enlightening to eavesdrop on conversations. It made me think about blind dates on the whole, and there are two other programmes on the television that set people… Continue reading Blind Dates
By Karen J Mossman Back in in 2002 my dad was very poorly with septicaemia and was in the High Dependency Unit at Salford Royal Hospital near Manchester. I was going to visit him one day and they had glass windowed lift which only went up one floor. As I was walking toward the entrance, I could… Continue reading Ordered out of a Lift
When I was two years old, my mum fostered two boys called Norman and Paul Rhodes, When Dad got a job in the Manchester police force, we had to leave them behind with my grandparents. This is them in the gardens of the house called Woodcoate, in Oswestry, Shropshire. They were beautiful blonde haired boys… Continue reading Foster Children
When my son lived at home, he was extremely forgetful. Even today, he suffers with remembering things. I found this entry in an old diary and it me wonder if he had a hole at the side of his head where sense falls out. On Saturday morning I asked Ian to put a small table… Continue reading I Despair!
by Karen J MossmanFrom my diary of 2011 Every day at lunchtime, I come home from work and take my Yorkshire terrier, Jodie, to the local park, Victoria Park, Stretford, in Manchester. There are two big fields and a few nooks and crannies to wander around. At lunchtime, I just walk around the perimeter of… Continue reading Life as a Dog Owner