By Karen J Mossman As authors, we love book reviews. Without them how would we know if readers enjoy our work? People don’t like leaving reviews and I don’t know why. I am an author but first and foremost I’m a reader. I love writing reviews. Perhaps that’s just the writer in me. I’veContinue reading “How to Deal with Reviews”
Taken from the Oswestry Advertiser, exact date unknown. A completely different style of writing when why use one word when then would do! A correspondent writes: The total eclipse of the moon, which took place on Sunday week, passed off in a manner most satisfactory to all, excepting those who witnessed it. At LlanymynechContinue reading “A Total Eclipse of the Moon in 1891”
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
AN ASSAULT IN COURT While I was searching the archives in Shropshire looking for something to do with my family history, I came across this. I thought it was quite fascinating. Flora Manuel, an inmate of the Union Workhouse, was charged with refusing to work, and with threatening the labour mistress, Miss Isabella Graham. AsContinue reading “AN INCORRIGIBLE WOMAN”
by Karen J Mossman In the 1990s, I visited the Bronte museum in Howarth, Yorkshire. This is the article I wrote about it back then. It was late afternoon on a dark, cold November day. Leaden clouds filled the sky and a damp mist settled over the streets. I was visiting relatives in Keighley andContinue reading “The Bronte Museum”
by Karen J Mossman In 1973, I was a teenager and the most important things in my life were music and fashion. I lived in Withington in Manchester with my parents and siblings. A few of us, including my brother, John, would catch a bus through to Chorlton and then walk over to the StretfordContinue reading “The Sweetness of the Seventies”
For the weeks preceding the day of the move all I wanted to do was go to bed because it couldn’t come quick enough. When April 1st finally arrived, I felt I had stopped rushing forward and instead it was rushing towards me. We’d moved out of our house the day before, which was theContinue reading “The Day of the Move”
Joanna’s Journey is set in Didsbury, which is a suburb of Manchester. Many of the houses are large Victorian semi-detached ones. In the seventies were converted from affluent family houses to flats. When I went to the area in the Autumn 2015 to take photographs for this article, I saw that many had reverted toContinue reading “Didsbury, where Joanna’s Journey is set.”
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.