La Raclette

Yesterday we spent a lovely day with sister-in-law Geneviève, walking, talking, seeing the sights around her home in Pontault-Combault, on the outskirts of Paris. ‘We’re having dinner tonight with Sara and Fred. We shall have ‘La Raclette’. Sara is Geneviève’s daughter, our niece… so that will be good… but La Raclette? I googled it… RacletteContinue reading “La Raclette”

That’s Different

Most days flow from one to another – increasingly quickly. Events are planned, details written on the kitchen calendar, but yesterday… We’d suggested it a year ago, we’d talked about it through the year, we’d planned dates, bought tickets… Yesterday was different. We got up early, checked we’d remembered everything. Daughter-Jo took us to theContinue reading “That’s Different”

Trains – Miles, Morningtown and Mountains…

This morning we’re going to Paris… train from Lowestoft to London,  Eurostar from London to Paris… My brother Chris lived in France for most of his life. It’s the first time we’ve been to see our French relations since Chris died last year…    I’m reminded of three train songs… If you miss the trainContinue reading “Trains – Miles, Morningtown and Mountains…”

Maya’s Big Question…

At Sunday’s Silhouette Stage School show, groups of proud children had done their routines… In the darkness a small child steps up. The lights come up. It’s Maya. A small child on a huge stage. Maya sings beautifully, poignantly:   Where is love?Does it fall from skies above?Is it underneath the willow treeThat I’ve beenContinue reading “Maya’s Big Question…”

Hope – Pandora, People & Paul

I often return to Pandora’s box… …Zeus gave Pandora a box but warned her never to open it. Pandora was curious and couldn’t stay away from it. Eventually she opened the box and all manner of horrible things flew out – disease, hunger, greed, hatred, grief, pain, poverty, war, death… All of life’s miseries were releasedContinue reading “Hope – Pandora, People & Paul”

One Person. One Life

It’s 1988. Lily Ebert, a Hungarian Jew, returns to Auschwitz for the first time since 1945. She talks to those she’s with… ‘Learning what happened from somebody who had lived through the camp herself… Confronted with all the numbers on the explanation panels in the museum, numbers so huge they seem unfathomable, they could turnContinue reading “One Person. One Life”