The Flesh IS Frail?

As my interest has been piqued as of late by the welcome appearance of thrice-wed grandmothers, social reformers, lunatics and unmarried mothers – my feelings of female solidarity have been awakened.

Blood Sweeps the November Lands

As I watched from the shadows as the volunteers carefully plucked the ceramic poppies from the muddy ground and into the safety of their cardboard nests - I was feeling disappointed that no poppy would be finding its forever home with me.

Late for An Important Date!

Although I don’t usually enjoy receiving brown envelopes through the post - I will make an exception when one arrives from the General Records Office or the GRO as it known here in the UK.

Peace Under a Scarboro’ Heaven

Although there are always more questions than answers with Clarice - the events of that week do appear to have happened rather quickly and having taken a look through my archives and in the absence of any memorial card, letter of sympathy or an order of service I have discovered some images from a June visit to Woodlands Crematorium in the coastal town of Scarborough.

Desperately Seeking Clarice!

Many years ago as my Grandmother would regale me with a myriad of tales about our family history - I recall that it was at the first mention of "Poor Clarice" that my interest was REALLY piqued.