Monday Memories – Into The Seventies

Ian and I came third in the ‘father and son’ competition wearing identical pink paisley print shirts and ties (it was the seventies,after all!). Freda, wearing hot pants, came second in the ‘lovely legs’ competition. Continue reading Monday Memories – Into The Seventies

An Angry Young Man

It could have been any street in any industrial town or city in England that winter evening early in 1970. Almost fifty years later it is impossible to recall with accuracy the nature of the buildings that lined it, illuminated in the orange glow of sodium lighting. I imagine most would have been closed and shuttered except perhaps for a launderette or a tobacconist. A dress shop, hardware store and pharmacy would have ceased trading an hour or two earlier. A fish and chip shop would have announced its presence long before I reached it. It was around 7pm and … Continue reading An Angry Young Man

Saigon to Belfast – and Back – With Love #WATWB

The story I’m linking to today first appeared in January although I only came across it via a segment on the BBC’s One Show on Wednesday. In 1975, as the Vietnam war was drawing to a chaotic close, a young Vietnamese woman became ill. She placed her infant son in the care of an orphanage whist she was hospitalised for treatment. Soon afterwards American soldiers removed the children from the orphanage for protection in the face of rapidly advancing Viet Cong troops. Subsequently American planes evacuated a large number of orphan children to the USA. Not to be out done … Continue reading Saigon to Belfast – and Back – With Love #WATWB