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Category Archives: Dad tales
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My father’s mother died when he was about 5, and he was actually brought up by his grandparents, uncles and aunts. He told us few things about his childhood, but I particularly remember this about Christmas.…
Welcome to The Three Things Challenge. Every day I’ll list three things that may, or may not, be related. The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you, using one, two or all three … Continue reading
You may remember these pictures from last year Well the tree is in flower now and everything is white. Sadly my phone took lousy pictures My Dad made wine. It was lovely stuff, and in later years more like rocket … Continue reading
Every day when we walk the dog round the block, we pass a tree laden, no GROANING, with elderberries. These pictures were taken with my phone last night, but don’t begin to give you an idea of just how much … Continue reading
My FIL would have been 97 today, so we will be lighting a candle in his memory. Hubby says his Dad liked me, and I like to think so as we had some great debates and differences of opinions, but … Continue reading
Thinking of my Dad today (no particular reason) and he would’ve loved the logo. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/24840312/posts/1656710006 It fits with one of his favourite quotes: Don’t the long words tickle your feet?
Have a giggle at this one again.
My Dad was a bit of a card……… wicked sense of humour, quick-witted, and got on with just about everyone. He worked on the laundry when I was born, but later moved into the building trade. He tried a variety … Continue reading
We’ve had a little drying out to do having had a small condensation problem again, and two of our precious possessions were in jeopardy. I love wood. I love the smell of the forest after the rain, and the heavy … Continue reading