Category Archives: Unreliable memories

The photograph is my favourite from my childhood. It dates from perhaps the spring or summer of 1963. It is taken beside the corrugated iron door of the shed that was used as a garage for cars on the home … Continue reading →

He is thirty-two years dead tomorrow. Many memories linger, a quiet man, a gentle man, a stoic, a grandfather loved by us all. A picture of him from 1975 captures a sense of him. Grandad stands on the left-hand side … Continue reading →

The girl was wearing a pair of classic black and white basketball boots. The wearing of such incurred the displeasure of the deputy principal and she was required to phone home from the school office and ask that her mother … Continue reading →

A colleague has a Seventeenth Century flintlock musket standing in the corner of his classroom. In need of restoration, we have been trying to discover something of its history. It has more the appearance of a piece of art than … Continue reading →

It was late-September 1977 and our English A-Level class were an unprepossessing group of Sixth Form College students. Standing at the front of the room, Paul Selby, our tutor, must have felt it was going to be a challenging two … Continue reading →