Treasures Hidden in a Cigar Box
Trinkets from a distant time link the generations together
Heather Landscape
Inspired by my fellow blogger Judy Dykstra-Brown in Lifelessons, who put a question on a flower, if it was a Foxglove? Yesterday I went on a Sunday walk in a heather landscape close to us. The first picture I took was of a Foxglove that so much reminded me of the Beatrix Potter landscape in the Lake District in England.
Dealing with the Grief of losing Someone you Love
On the 13th of July I always think about the many lovely birthdays that my mother had. She always arranged and cooked everything herself....
Doors
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.” Looking at the blogs I follow inspired me to find pictures of doors I have seen during the last months. Thank you to Eclecticoddsnsods. The first pictures are from a former Stately House Hindsgavl in a very beautiful place in Denmark. Hans Christian Anderson was here too. I am here […]
Dry English sense of humor as I met it on my holiday in England lately
When people are making fun with me I really feel accepted by them.
Children Evacuated During the Second World War in England
I am drawn to read about how children managed to survive the war. The hidden Jewish children and the evacuated British children. Those who were treated well by the saviors would be able to mirror that and would later chose to do good things for the future generations.
English roses: my photographic muse
These roses must be shared
Writing Letters Faithfully Makes an Impact on the Next Generation
My mother met her English friend in 1946. This friendship has had a huge impact on me to such an extend that their interests has become mine and my lifelong love for England has come from that friendship.
English Post Boxes
I like that the old post boxes in England are made in such a strong cast iron that they are still in use daily one hundred years later
A Reluctant Pioneer
Originally posted on Paula Pederson:
Life Begins at Forty I’d pass that book in my father’s bookcase and think, “I’m glad there’s something to look forward to when I get old,” Life Begins at Eighty is more like it now that I’m on WordPress, Facebook, and linkeddIn—just a start, but at least a step into the future. I do blog about things I remember. Hey, senior bloggers—if we don’t record our memories they’ll disappear along with our handwritten letters and physical books. My kids tell me emails and phone calls take too much time. Will I please text or use FaceTime. Well, once was enough when I saw my real face on FaceTime. When our grandson turned five, he said, “I don’t want to grow up, I want to grow down.” Whenever I feel that way I remind myself that Charles Carroll said, “Life goes forward. If you keep looking back, you won’t be able to see where you’re going.”
From one Heart to Another 