This postcard has several inscriptions “My fancy greets in the silent streets Each old familiar face—-
“Sweet memories throng as I stroll along By each time-worn dwelling place”
The card was published by Wyer’s Art Store, Nantucket Island, Mass
This postcard has several inscriptions “My fancy greets in the silent streets Each old familiar face—-
“Sweet memories throng as I stroll along By each time-worn dwelling place”
The card was published by Wyer’s Art Store, Nantucket Island, Mass
This is in answer to a question posed to me by my cousin living on the East Coast. She is 2 years younger than me.
A typical day in the Terrace. The Terrace is what they call the Memory Section of the care home where my husband and I are living in Seattle. There are 2 floors in the Terrace consisting of about 20 studio apartments on each floor. There is a toilet in each unit but most are without a shower. There is also a dining room for the residents on each floor. Most of the apartments are single occupancy but married couples can occupy one unit even though it is only one of the pair who has a severe memory problem. Presently we are one of three couples occupying the Terrace. (There are several other couples but one of the pair lives in another part of the campus or off campus.) All 3 meals are served in the dining rooms, with room service available on request..
A typical day for me – The day starts early with breakfast at 7:30 served in the dining room. After a leisurely breakfast I usually work on a number of things – writing my blog and working on my genealogy. Lunch is at 11:30. After lunch it’s a long stretch to dinner at 5:30. I can read, work on my current jigsaw puzzle, participate in one of the many activities provided in the Terrace or the main part of this care home. My activities depend very much on how much help is needed by my husband. Professional help is provided by the care home – I am sort of the back-up unprofessional fill-in. Needless to say I am more than that – we’ve been married 54+ years.
In the evening we tend to watch television.

Some “calming” reading.
I’ve just got back from Shaky Bridges – a wonderful and peaceful stretch of river I’ve written about here before.
We walked for an hour and were only troubled by curious cows. I was at this stretch of the river Sow reading (and recording) a sonnet I’ve written which I’m delighted is going to be shared by Staffordshire Libraries (more of that soon).
The cows were a good audience. Indifferent at first they got closer and closer and the first ones told others to come and listen too. I think that’s what was happening anyway.



It was unseasonably warm but it’s a lovely shaded lane. The M6 and mainline to London are not far away but you’d never know.

I don’t think much has been written about this place but I’m happy to celebrate my home…
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Shaky Bridges Is within a mile of the M6 and A34 and just a few hundred metres from the West Coast Mainline. It’s a wonderful spot and, as you can see from the images below, a great place to relax despite its proximity to so much traffic.
At the bottom of the lane from Seighford, this tranquil spot in the river, where cattle have trodden a natural ford, can be reached easily. It’s hidden from sight as the small river valley of the Sow has carved out a path between sand and gravel. There are rabbit burrows everywhere, but hawthorn to shelter under on the hottest days and herds of nosy, but passive cows, keep the thistles and grass trimmed. The bottom of the shallow Sow here is sand and mud and pebble. The river is alive with minnows and Izaak Walton, author of The Compleat Angler fished…
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A peaceful country walk.
The bells of St Chad’s ring out in the distance.
Other than the strike of nine there is only birdsong.
I could be in another century. It’s timeless here.
I walk Moor Lane. The peace and tranquility at 9am is wonderful. Moor Lane is really just a gravel track that leads from the ford that gives its name to the village of Seighford and leads up to the railway line. In around an hour I see only two dog walkers – one of whom is a ringer for Jeremy Clarkson – and a poodle and a dachshund.


Moor Lane leads up a ridge surrounded by steep hawthorns and cutting between fields busy with herds of dairy cattle. Apart from a London, Birmingham or Liverpool service shooting past only the birdsong breaks the silence. Over the railway is Shaky Bridges…
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On the banks of the Missouri River – there is a City called Omaha – Omaha Nebraska.
Below is a postcard mailed from Council Bluffs Iowa July 6. In pencil someone has added c. 1910. Note that the stamp coincides with that dating. I don’t have this card right to hand at the moment. Interestingly it is addressed to Cincinnati Iowa. Googling Cincinnati Iowa I find that now it is a very tiny settlement with a. population less than 1000.

Solving word puzzles is hardly my forte but with the current craze re Wordle I am having a lot of fun. It’s about the right level of difficulty to be a challenge and I am having success in finding the solution each day.. Today I struggled but solved it in 4.

As many of you know, we used to live on the 3rd floor this building. We had a spacious 1 bedroom apartment with lots of storage space. The apartment was North facing and we looked out onto a huge tree. We could also see the corridor which linked our D building to the A and B buildings. I would have dearly liked to have a cat in the apartment but a) I didn’t want to have to deal with the litter box, b) I consider cats to be “access to the outdoors” pets, and c) I had more than enough to cope with just moving ourselves.
This morning as I walked along the connecting corridor what did I see but a white cat lying at the window of our old apartment. I feel delighted that the new occupant, a single man, has a cat!! Hooray for him – and his cat.
Some white cat photos


This is my mother’s birthday. If she were alive today she would be age 110. This makes me feel as if we are all on a conveyor belt and as the years pass, the generations roll on. Next it will be my turn to fall off the conveyor belt!
My mother lived a full life, there were many ups and some downs. I won’t give a full biography now. I’ll save that for another post.


I don’t know if I have used the right term for these cards but I mean the cards like the following:
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