Tag Archives: Father

Do you see yourself through a glass darkly – or do you go through the looking glass?

Who do you see when you pass a mirror? Do you know the visage you see? You know it is you but the only times you see yourself are when you look in a mirror, or, when someone shows you a photograph of you. But is the “you” that you see the same as theContinue reading “Do you see yourself through a glass darkly – or do you go through the looking glass?”

Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen

by Lisa Zaran Death is not the finalWithout ears, my father still listens,still shrugs his shoulderswhenever I ask a question he doesn’t want to answer.I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,my hip leaning against the frame and I ask himwhat does he think about the war in Iraqand how does heContinue reading “Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen”

I’ve seen them at their best and at their worst but I still love Wales XV

It’s quarter to five, it’s Saturday, 3 February 2024, and I have just watched the kick-off in the third Six Nations championship of the weekend as my beloved Wales host my second favourite XV, Scotland. I have supported Wales as far back as I can remember and often sat with my father in our loungeContinue reading “I’ve seen them at their best and at their worst but I still love Wales XV”

The long and the short of it means baby gets the first certificate

One of the first certificates you are likely to use in the early days of your family history research is likely to be a birth certificate. You do, however, have to make sure you get the right one because there are two types, the long and the short. The short version is only used asContinue reading “The long and the short of it means baby gets the first certificate”

Who needs to run away to the circus I found my place in a puppet show

My father was a good man. He didn’t lay down the law when I was growing up, instead he led by example. He was gentle and considerate, I never heard him swear and he only shouted at me once – I deserved it. There is one piece of advice he gave me in my teensContinue reading “Who needs to run away to the circus I found my place in a puppet show”

Not innocent but certainly naive

Looking back on my life I realise how naive I really was aged 22. I do mean naive because I certainly was not an innocent. My naivety was more a lack of information on issues that maybe I should have been more aware of. I had a lucky escape over South Africa because if IContinue reading “Not innocent but certainly naive”