I Am Struggling To Tell You…….

Yes I am struggling to tell my readers that my husband has passed away. We had 54 years together. Wonderful years. Now there is so much to share with you about our life together but for now just join me in saying/feeling may he Rest in Peace.

Janet, Janet’s husband Ian, Janet’s sister Ruth

photo taken in Milford New Hampshire not too long ago

A Thousand Welcomes


On a certain section of the Connecticut Post Road in a town called Westport, a row of neat but nondescript stores sit quietly amid the frenzy of traffic and rhythm of life.

One storefront stands out.

An Irish flag positioned aside an American one guards the entrance and on certain days if the breeze from the nearby Long Island Sound kicks in, its tricolours of green, white and orange wave gently – a tribute to the owners, Brian Ellard and Margaret Kirby who hail from Tipperary. I can’t recall the first time I visited Peggy’s Cottage, but I do know it was that Irish flag that beckoned and once I stepped foot inside, there was no going back.Growing up, my life encompassed all things Irish. My mother was Irish born and my Irish/Scottish father managed a well-known Irish pub called Rosie O’Grady’s in New York City. A few charmed summers…

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So poignant – so true.

The Observation Post

….not to mention DIFFERENT SONGS FOR DIFFERENT THRONGS or at least FOR DIFFERENT DOZENS (I’ll take my relatively few readers and leave the dippy throngs to politicians and celebrities). So, without further ado, let’s do a few quotes to get underway, and then go to some songs to make your day.

“All young men greatly exaggerate the difference between one young woman and another.” –George Bernard Shaw

“We drink when we’re not thirsty, and we make love all the time — that’s all the difference between us and other animals.” –Caron de Beaumarchais

If you want to be different nowadays, just act normal.” –Evan Esar

Some may say there are better versions of the next song, but this is the one I remember hearing as a boy:

This last song reminds me that things might have been so different if Trump hadn’t been elected…

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The 1982 Agoura Fire

A heart-stopping tale well told.


When you live in Southern California, you get used to wildfires. They come with great regularity every fall with the Santa Anna winds. I had seen more than my share as a youngster growing up in San Fernando, California. At one point, I was even the head of a volunteer mountain rescue squad and a volunteer firefighter. It was just a part of growing up in Southern California.

However, after graduating college I moved out of the immediate fire zone just enough to feel assured I wouldn’t get burned out of my house in an instant. It was a relief. I spent several years in the relative comfort of Granada Hills as I gazed at the yearly wildfires from afar. Yep, I was still a volunteer but at least the flames weren’t licking at my door.

In 1982 I was remarried to the love of my life. We immediately bought…

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