I drove by my grandad’s old house, simply because I could. Usually when we go back to my home town of Ipswich it’s just for a couple of hours to visit my parents or, even when we go back for several days, we have plans. There's normally no time for a trip down memory lane… Continue reading A Trip Down Memory Lane at Ipswich Museum.
Category: Tales from an East Anglian childhood
Half-term Fun At Christchurch Mansion In Ipswich.
The first few days of half-term have been spent wandering down memory lane – at least for me. Freya and I swapped Norfolk for neighbouring Suffolk and returned to my parents’ house in Ipswich. Not only did they have a load of boxes for me to sort out from their loft, which last saw the light of… Continue reading Half-term Fun At Christchurch Mansion In Ipswich.
Tales from an East Anglian Childhood: Edith Cavell.
"Her name liveth for evermore," reads the inscription on nurse Edith Cavell's grave at Norwich Cathedral but sadly over the years her name, together with her bravery and the sacrifice she made, has faded from the public eye, as so often happens with the passing of time. It is the 100th anniversary of her execution during the First World… Continue reading Tales from an East Anglian Childhood: Edith Cavell.
Tales From An East Anglian Childhood – Julian of Norwich
“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well...” Julian of Norwich ( c.1342 - 1416). There is something about these words, said by a woman thought of as one of the great English mystics, that I find reassuring. Given that she lived during an era of suffering and… Continue reading Tales From An East Anglian Childhood – Julian of Norwich