American Tales – The Belt

I have always loved the ordinary things, finding beauty in them, things like string. Here is an early attempt of one of my early poems ...I had written song lyrics and then in the Early 1980s took courage and began to write..Until last year, it has remained a hidden thing...  I have an extract below … Continue reading American Tales – The Belt

The Day my Daughter, Kasia Rose Hrybowicz won her Degree

I am a very proud Mum. Mum. I love that word. My Daughter, Kasia Rose Hrybowicz really fought some battles to do this, I am swelling with happiness ...Below is a snapshot of my 3 days in Bangor with my Mobile Camera on the run. With love to Harvey, Karine,  Debbie, and Tiffy, 9

Folkestone Tales Annie’s Little Red Trombone. August 2013. In memory of beautiful Carol Paul

Thank you to one and all... for making the afternoon so special. Thank you to those who may have danced the dance for the SUN? In secret or otherwise? A song for all with love. Sung to the tune of ... 'My Little Red Top.' Ben Kynard / Lionel Hampton) I first heard it from the … Continue reading Folkestone Tales Annie’s Little Red Trombone. August 2013. In memory of beautiful Carol Paul

London Tales 1962/3 another cold winter 2018?

She bought the Beatles record. ‘Please, Please me.’ She liked it and thought that George Harrison was rather lovely. She played the Jazz records that Fred had given her, Dave Brubeck and Thelonious Monk and remembered that she had wanted to be a Beat. Blue Rondo a la Turk and Un-square Dance, strange time, not … Continue reading London Tales 1962/3 another cold winter 2018?