In 1969, we saw Brenda and Les quite regularly. Our evenings generally consisted of listening to their zany takes on life, together with Les’ latest musical creations on his guitar. He also had a great love of The Moody Blues, Paul Simon and many others, and took great delight in playing his records and then talking about the various pieces of music. Continue reading
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Dear Diary – Page 98
With our house contents sold, we moved down to Essex to live with my parents and, very soon after, I was packing my life into two large suitcases and two pieces of hand luggage! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 97
Having been advised that our application to live in Canada had been approved, we had to make appropriate plans. Continue reading
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B had another idea to make some money, and I could not fault either his enthusiasm or his tenacity! Continue reading
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In 1972 we moved to our new home, a 3-bedroom house on a new housing estate (new sub-division). It was so nice to be the first tenants in a new home! Continue reading
“The Volunteer” – Epilogue.
I worked as a volunteer in the Crisis Intervention Unit at Toronto East General Hospital for about 2-1/2 years and experienced many situations however, one particular phone call was (fortunately) a very uncommon occurrence. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 93
Meeting Philip* was a huge turning point for me. He was clearly concerned about my welfare, and we met on a weekly basis to discuss anything and everything that was giving me problems. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 92
I knew that this Post was going to be very difficult to write because it would be necessary to withhold significant information, and yet project circumstances that resulted in my demise. Here goes… Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 91
One Saturday morning, my partner went into town to do some grocery shopping. I was home with the kids and was busy doing something (can’t remember what) in the house. In the early afternoon, I went outside into our back garden and sat on our wooden fence having a break. It was a lovely sunny day. Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 