A postcard I purchased quite a few years ago at one of the Dublin City Bookfairs. I thought the woman resembled my mother. It disappeared for years, but today it unexpectedly reappeared. Hooray. I still think the presumably English woman resembles my mother.
In this photo taken in Lincolnshire in 1934, the woman in the center is my mother (but before she married and gave birth to me)
Random views and musings with a sprinkling of idiocy
Musings on cats, travel, gardens and life
Write your past for the future
Preserving the Past
Northumberland churches and quite a few from elsewhere. Plus a Hadrian's Wall Walk.
A book blog by Joules Barham
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In search of Anne Brontë and her family
the chronicles of a writer who can be found at her desk or on the road
