Category Archives: Unreliable memories

Apparently, Uncle Pat had begun his working life with the local gasworks and had then gained a job as a fitter with the Gas Board, converting homes to natural gas. It was a project that seemed to take a long … Continue reading →

It is odd that it was 2016, six years gone in a blink.We had come to Somerset on an early morning flight to mark my father’s eightieth birthday. There was a meal at my sister’s house in Ilminster. The table … Continue reading →

Postman Pat was a favourite in our house in the early 90s.  We would sit and read stories and watch videos of life in Greendale and when driving through Cumbria would tell imagined stories of the Greendale community living their … Continue reading →

It was on this day in 1944 that the aircraft carrying the American bandleader Glenn Miller. It would have been three days before my late father’s eighth birthday, yet decades later he would talk about the music of Glenn Miller. … Continue reading →

A friend is going home to Australia for Christmas. To someone for whom Australia is a land in the imagination, it seems something from a childhood dream. Ideas of Australia had come from a jigsaw puzzle. Perhaps it had come … Continue reading →