Growing up most of our photographs were of holidays, birthdays, gatherings or special occasions. If I were to have taken a ‘selfie’ as a teenager, people would have questioned my sanity. Nowadays, I rarely pose or share photos of myself and often forget to take my camera out during special occasions, but that doesn’t mean, … More Capturing the moments.
So I’m back home in Cork, but it’s taking a little longer for my heart to make the journey! Last Friday I traveled to northwest Donegal to the place of so many happy childhood memories. After twenty seven years I was curious to know if the fields and hills were as I’d remembered and to … More Donegal, all I could have wished for.
What is there in your home that speaks of you? What objects in future years will forever remind your children of you? I can remember one day a good few months ago, asking my children about this. My smart ass, eldest, spoke up, saying that whenever she smells burnt toast she’d forever remember me. She … More What object speaks of you?
I have been given many gifts in my life, but there is one above all I treasure. It was gifted to me many years ago. I was pregnant with my third child. At the time life was hectic with four children under six in the house, as I was minding two little girls as well … More Does she know?
Todays second chance repost comes from the blog Dr Hows Science Wows. The writer of this blog is a fellow Irish blogger, and her blog is without doubt one of the snazziest I know. If ever you thought of going self hosted her site would tempt you. It truly “wows”, and is well worth checking … More Second chance repost #13
Today I watched a friend as she said a last goodbye to her son. Life over just when it should have been beginning. A much loved precious child. A first born. An eldest son. A big brother. As I looked around at so many tall strong young men mourning their friend I thought of my … More When the past is all we have.
Yesterday it was my birthday. From start to finish it was a lovely day. Being St Patricks Day there was an air of celebration and holiday around which I like to pretend was because it was my birthday. My youngest is still at the age where she is excited by birthdays. She loves to give … More A very special birthday gift.
Last Tuesday, I felt a real drive to go and see Dan. To stand with him and to remember. I put a single rose in my car, thinking to myself how ridiculous I was. A rose is definitely not a gift I would ever have brought him, nor would it have been appreciated in any … More I brought you a rose. How you would have hated that.
We all have a past. Hopefully for most of us there are parts of it which when recalled still make us smile or laugh. They bring back the memory of childhood friends, or people we no longer have contact with. My last post to my brother seemed to trigger a lot of happy memories of … More Memories. What have you hidden away?
We lived in 108. A semi detached house at the top of the hill. Our road had houses on both sides, and was lined with cherry blossom trees. We were the last house on the hill. Across the road from us was an abandoned green area, of uncut grass, weeds and rapeseed. At the very … More To you little brother, my forever friend.