Receiving “Faithful friends that are dear to us, gather near to us once more…” goes the cheesy Christmas song we crooned last night at the winter sing-along. I love receiving cards and letters and news and emails, and telephone calls. I love getting them all. I put cards up all over the house, sorted… Continue reading Greeting Cards
Welcome to our new house. When we bought our house I had no idea that its existing inhabitants would be so much trouble and cost so much. “And here is the pond,” said Steve, the then owner. “We thought at first that we would get rid of the fish and fill it in. But then,… Continue reading Fish!
And how a Saboteur saved my Husband’s life We’ve just come back from a month’s holiday zig-zagging across America to see as many of my relatives as possible, and it was a time wrapped in beauty, new vision and a lot of love. Throughout all the travelling and flight changes and bewildered wandering through… Continue reading The Kindness of Strangers…..
Doors – and More Humiliation! One thing about building a community is its individual welcome, and DOORS are part of that welcome. I love the wreaths that my Indiana sister puts on her front door, that change according to the season, how attractive and friendly they are. When I arrived in England as a… Continue reading Doors — more humiliation
Fifty years of marriage! This year we celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary and ooooh my! What I have learned living in Britain! How naïve and stupid I was when a bride! Having lived most of my life in countries where the language had to be learned from scratch, I thought being married to an Englishman… Continue reading Come for Coffee and Dessert
I wasn’t expecting his reaction and it hit me like a blow to the head. During the Arab-Israeli war, we were hastened unceremoniously from Egypt, (where I’d been teaching at a mission school), onto a German freighter, one of the last vessels to leave the country with fleeing, or expelled foreigners. The ship had pulled… Continue reading God Bless the Red Cross
Alexandria, Egypt. Summer, 1966, during the Six Day War. 4.am. We arose silently, dressed, gathered our meagre belongings and went outside. The police, also silent, led us into their waiting cars, the engines idling softly, ready to move.. Then quietly, quietly, they drove off. They suggested that we duck down if we saw anyone on… Continue reading A Community of Displaced People
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Getting ready Well, it certainly wasn’t what I thought would happen. I had offered to help my daughter Joy with her annual Hot Cross Bun Bash on the Good Friday before Easter. This involved a 6.30 a.m. start making the dough so that it would rise at staged times, enabling preparing, shaping, baking and glazing… Continue reading Hot Cross Buns — and an Unexpected Visitor
March Storm. On a recent morning walk, a passenger jet prepared to land on my head. It didn’t. And it wasn’t. It was only the wild wild wind thrashing the trees– spraying the raindrops into showers of rainbows in the surprising, intermittent sunshine. The fierce roar was intense. Sometimes I was hustled along,… Continue reading March