Memories

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Dresses and a tall swing

” Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of your hand to do it.” Proverbs 3: 27 The “tall” swing!The swing liftingThe body singingThe mind bending on some childish problemFlying highSailing low clothes caught in the rush of airHanging onMovement strongThe tall swing in full use! I need to start by saying that all older people, my parents age and above, had to be called aunt and uncle. Aunty Esther was my dad’s older sister and uncle Jack was a good friend…

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Memories of what I looked like at about 6 years old.

Let nothing be done through strife or vain glory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem the other better than themselves. Philippians 2 : 3 My mum said at different times, different things about my face. These are the ones I remember. “Your face is heart-shaped. Your hair is thick, you are so lucky. (When I begged to have it cut she turned it into a hair piece. It looked great on the back of her head in the mid sixties). You have a swan neck. (Well I was very…

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Memories of my first school!

Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts. Colossians 3 : 15 A house that grew out of an outcrop of rocks on top of a hill. This was my first school. The building material as natural as when it was created, lay scattered around it in the form of one enormous natural rock garden. I never saw what the roof looked like it was the teeth shaped parts right across the highest part of the building that captured all my attention. Like a medieval castle they were there to…

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Fatzo and Bonzo. Two fondly remembered dogs. Be warned. A little sad.

“Peace, peace, to those far and near,” says the Lord. Isaiah 57: 19 I guess you need to know that dogs have always been a part of my life. Each one has held a little of my life in their paws. Memories without them are almost impossible and important times are linked to them. Now for Fatzo, he was a black and white pup with an enormous tummy. “So fat”, I said and named him Fatzo. I had just started school and I had my picture taken by mom, holding her…

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An asked for gift ( memories of a young child)

Love prospers when a fault is forgiven. Proverbs 17 : 9 It was the way Dad was walking.  His feet splayed out like a duck and in his arms, with one hand carefully supporting the bottom, was a large,  brown, cardboard box. Then I noticed the box had a life of its own.  It shuddered now and then.  By the time he was at the door I wanted to know what was in the box.  He lowered it ever so gently as though it were very heavy or he was scared…

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A discovered gift

The Lord your God is living among you. With His love, He will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs. Zephaniah 3:17 It wasn’t that I set out to find my gift it just happened. Returning home from school Bonzo leapt up to greet me and in our shared excitement a ribbon from my plait got between his teeth. The game had started. Off he went. Me following him. Down the passage. A sharp right into my parents bedroom. Then under the bed. I was a…

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Memories of my relationship with my Teddy: Was it just my Teddy?

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: … A time to love and a time to hate. Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 8 Was it just my Teddy?Or was it my first love?It was what I cried forand wouldn’t go to sleep withoutWas it just a comforter?Or was it my first love?My father walked miles to return it before I sleptThey knew its importance.I made its mouth open wide I stuffed it with what I didn’t wantIt had buttons for eyes the glass ones long…

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My earliest memories…

Do not boast against the branches. But if you do boast, remember that you do not support the root, but the root supports you. Romans 11:18 NKV Walking into an empty house which was to become our home. My eyes focused against the bright sunlight to see a paper Christmas bell. The ones that open out from flat and curl round to make a fat multi coloured bell of shaped thin paper. It was this I saw hanging in the sunlight from above a window. The unknown person showing us the…

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My autobiography in 433? words. Starting with a definite unknown date and ending with a known date.

I once asked a Lady Hospital Chaplin the question: ” How do people die?” Her reply was rather quick: ” The same way they live.” So I start my autobiography with these simple sentences: I want to die graciously not wanting more time nor regretting what I have had. I want to die in the peace of God’s presence. I want to die alone. (I could never let go of my family). I have 7 more years until I am the same age as my mother. Now for the life filled…

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