Local and afar

afar and local 

A Splitter Splatter Saturday Scatter amid June 2016 

Trekking the roads, lanes, trails, woods, forests, parks and history. A lot of both the paternal line of my family and my in laws. The weaving in and out of Greater and Central London where I lived and worked ... for a tad too. And eventually a family I was connected to and friends in Hither Green, Chelsea, Mottingham and areas I am still figuring out. The hospitals where people worked. The inside view of life in a hospital from a Professors view. Travelling on Concorde to conventions or whatever they are called. The murky mind revealing itself., of memories rusty in adversity times. 

And catching up with a late fathers in law cousin ... whom we visited recently. Who recounted walking straight in her locality to Plumstead before it was built up. This area well accquanted in my well husbands days. The football team supported with long standing family membership. The local Salvation Army too of a family line there. In and around the history once again of the paternal, parternal line. the family home eventually moving to Bexleyheath from the area. 

A wide spread acquisition of time in a city with various friends, and family and colleagues. A treat from an American or few of a medieval banquet, I think was in the East End. Another friend up the north of London. Some have now passed away. Or we are slowly getting reacquainted with. This life that is sometimes busy for others beyond ... 

The 70s and 80s revisited ...

in the backwards, going forwards ... life in the decades ... how it was portrayed by a younger generation during time in London 2012 cultural Olympiad at the Museum of the Home in our daughters generation in time there ...

Time revisited in life here, in the decades, before we have that technology now in these times, often taken for granted. Time revisited in life, via the legacy within the archives virtual, more recent.

My pen pals from time in the letter writing of past ... The learning of native Norwegian not in a classroom, from life of interest .... has always compelled me ...

Letters to Emails 

The end view

of a hike and a picnic in a County once more 

A long slog up to an hamlet, passing the quaint in quirky, the red telephone boxes of old, a water pump, to get to the wooded entrance for another foxy Friday, in a forest. The so familiar route walked in time past with those now gone. A picnic by a stream of a river in a quiet interlude. The fact I carried this food for half the trek before the load became lighter. A feat on top of many feats this trip in a time determined. 

A surge in much

these days in the month now past ... thyself, the home, the thanks to those who gave time steadfastly and with quiet dignity. It was not easy in the hard. The new grief of new loss. The new beginnings of change up North. The homes I resided. The miles travelled .... 

The grunts and grunts in removal of the bad for better.