Our buses have charming slogans on the back and today we saw a new one.
The car park in Camborne has delightful carving of local plants.
What a quiet day! Everyone has left and we have spent the day washing bedding and towels and missing everyone. Here is the pillowcase from the lovely ‘cats in sneakers’ bedding set we use for the LiveWires.
This post from Nancy came in today and landed at the most appropriate time as I have spent the morning sorting some family papers, reading wonderful bits of family history and, at last, throwing out the condolences cards sent when my lovely Dad died in 2004. It was lovely to read the messages again and I have kept a couple for the family history archive. I will keep going….. Mum’s to do next. It is not a sad task but life affirming in a strange way. Theirs were good lives.
In amongst the papers was this photograph of my lovely Mum who spent her career in Camborne and Redruth, teaching deaf children. Many wrote to say how inspiring they found her.
Mrs Wiseman, my Mum, at Roskear School, Camborne
This photo was also in the drawer, of me and the other Mums who had our babies on Christmas Day 1975! Both photos were in the local papers.
I’m sure you can tell which one is me!
Our walk today was just along local streets once the rain had stopped. These planters caught my eye.
Welcoming doorstep
We’d like some advice please from blogging friends in the US, specifically those who know the East. We are planning a road trip next May from Atlanta to Washington DC, though the Blue Ridge Mountains, visiting the Shenandoah Valley, maybe going to Baltimore. Where should we not miss? We will be having a week in Atlanta with family and will then have two weeks. We would be very grateful for any thoughts.
1 A beautiful thing when I opened up the computer this morning – a rainbow for me from a good friend. Thank you, John.
Rainbow from John R
2 A message from another friend, Shelagh, in Vermont alerted me to a brilliant piece of work by The Graffiti Grannys – a Union Jack decorated with knitted and crocheted poppies put up on a fence outside the Parish Church in Camborne, 10 minutes away from us. We set off to find it but at 12.15 it had already been taken down even though the Remembrance Day parade was only just finishing. These photos then, sadly, are not mine. Thank you to the photographer.
Graffiti Grannys’ flag
3 This is a very beautiful poem from WW1 which I hope you will like too. It’s by Margaret Postgate Cole, a pacifist, a feminist, an atheist and a socialist (so a fair amount in common with me then! I wish I also had her facility with words.)
Sea, sky and sunshine on St Ives across the bay
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