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The pink English roses Auntie Mary planted 40 years ago bloomed my last day in England. Seems fitting. Because the entire week I’ve been in northwest England those gloved bud cocoons were waiting for just the right moment to be noticed. * * * They tell me,… Continue Reading “Chapter 5 The Pilgrimage: A Rose Blooms”
A letter to my brother, You were here with me today, sitting at the foot of our family’s grave, our British kin dating back to the mid-1800s, maybe longer. I probably don’t need to say it because you were here with me, but remember… Continue Reading “Chapter 4 The Pilgrimage: A Gravesite Chat”
It seems it takes a while, two weeks in a place with an address and predictable bus and train lines, before I feel cozy, settled in. This was, and is, my goal when traveling; I want to be in a place long enough to… Continue Reading “The Pilgrimage Chapter Two: Settling In”
Welcome to Jolly Old England. A little over two weeks ago I decided to come here, to my parents’ beginnings, the place I could have been born but wasn’t because my father lusted for post-war adventure and an opportunity to improve his life and… Continue Reading “The Pilgrimage: Chapter One”
Chapter One: The Little Girl My earliest memories: Mom, sitting at the sparkly canary yellow Formica kitchen table, smoking Pall Mall’s with her friend and next-door neighbor, Marian. I was about three. We had a calico cat named Penny, and a toad who lived… Continue Reading “Pieces of the Puzzle”