Something about summer time and ‘when the living was easy’. Memories of cousins, uncles, aunts, dad, ma, brothers, both were alive, sister, an awkward girl. My dad ensured that every summer we holidayed. No exotic destinations but visit to ancestral homes. Alternating between dad’s and mom’s. It was clockwork. It was magic. Long train ridesContinue reading “Summer time and stories incomplete”
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I can’t get no satisfaction
I first heard the Rolling Stones classic “I can’t get no satisfaction” in 1976. That was more than a decade post it’s release, yet a few years before my teens. And I strutted through my school years with this song on my lips. Ah, what wondrous years they were. Years of discovery, of findings, ofContinue reading “I can’t get no satisfaction”
