In August 2010, life because sureal as we were faced with something that could never be changed What made it all the more complicated was that Mum and Dad were foster parents. Living at home they had three teenagers, one of which was severly disabled and two babies under the age of two. Social ServicesContinue reading “Both Gone”
Tessa Jowell, the British MP died from a brain tumour yesterday. She was 70 years old and only diagnosed a year ago. Today, I am listening to the Jeremy Vine show on BBC Radio 2. They were talking about her ‘beautiful death.’ It was very peaceful and she was surrounded by her family. It wasContinue reading “A Beautiful Death”
We are now home. In July we were at the City of London Orthopaedic Hospital, where poor persons of every nation who are afflicted with clubfoot, contortions, or distortions of the limbs, curvature of the spine, or other bodily deformities have attention.
One of these is Kersal Cell, at Higher Broughton, near Manchester, which was originally built on the site of an old monastery of Cluny monks, which being one of the richest monastic establishments in Lancashire was sequestered, with many others by King Henry the Eighth
We received an invitation from the board of management of Henshaw’s Blind Asylum, which most people who reside in Oldham know it is situated at Old Trafford, to the annual distribution of prizes by Oliver HEYWOOD Esq., J.P., the High Sheriff of Lancashire.
by Karen J Mossman My sister had just had a baby. It was 1999, and we had one of those new mobile landlines that didn’t have an aerial on it. So I rang her, and we talked for a while. Later, I went shopping and came away with lots of things I hadn’t intended toContinue reading “Days Like This”
by Karen J. Mossman Another story from my mum, who found a chrysalis in the garden. She brought it inside and put it into a jam jar and added some foliage. For days she watched the butterfly grow in its cocoon sand reported back to me on its progress. “I can see it moving, inside,”Continue reading “A Baby Butterfly”
by Karen J Mossman In the eighties, my Mum told me this story about an incident in the local market. She and dad were out shopping in the food hall in Bury, Lancashire. She was queuing up, waiting for her turn, when a woman pushed in at the front. Nobody said anything, they just lookedContinue reading “Little Man, Big Man”
by Karen J Mossman My sister came to visit me from America recently, and we were reminiscing about the old days. She told me she back in the early eighties; she was in a well-known nightclub in Manchester. Going downstairs to the Ladies, she saw a private function room and noticing something was going on.Continue reading “Famous People”
When I was a child in the late 60s and early 70s, life was very different. We lived by different standards and things that are considered grotesque now, were acceptable back then. As a treat, my mum bought our dog a pig’s head from the butchers. I don’t think the dog was that impressed withContinue reading “Childhood Pranks”