Here is a photograph of our wedding reception table, but the intent of showing this photo has little to do with our wedding but a lot to do with the car just outside. Continue reading
Dear Diary
Dear Diary – Page 77 (Late 1960’s – Wedding)
The early part of 1968 was, not surprisingly, revolving around the pregnancy however, as much as we wanted to plan the wedding and ultimately start adjusting to our new responsibilities, my future mother-in-law wanted the wedding stalled! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 76 (Late 1960’s – Wedding Plans)
My romance* was going very well and at Christmas 1967, we went down to my parents’ home! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 75 (Late 1960’s – My Mum)
October 12, 1967 was my 21st birthday, and the photo below is very descriptive. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 74 (Late 1960’s – Paris)
Our visit to Paris was quick and uneventful. Pete found his way to the Champs Elysees and found somewhere to park so that we could wander around a little. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 73 (Late 1960’s – French Riviera)
We saw a group of young ladies on Monte Carlo’s beach, who had a no nonsense routine of changing from their street clothes and into their bikinis. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 72 (Late 1960’s – French Riviera)
We left Rome and headed for Pisa to see the famous tower. Continue reading
“Flight WS 701”
While I do not find flying particularly enjoyable, there is a definite feeling of exhilaration during the take-off phase of the journey. Flight WS 701 is an attempt to capture that feeling in words, and was inspired by my recent flight to Vancouver. Fasten your seat belts! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 71 (Late 1960’s – Italy)
We headed into Rome and had the distinct impression that there were no speed limits there. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 70 (Late 1960’s – Italy)
Pete had stopped the car, and we were all looking at this rather small and seemingly deserted border crossing, when a man appeared! He was a small man, rather sloppily dressed in a uniform, and carrying a very large “rifle-type” gun. The gun was probably a standard size but, with him being small, looked very large. Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 