‘The Whicker Legend’

By Friday, July 12, 2013 0 Permalink

No ingenious comments, no deep analysis. Simply have to say RIP Alan Whicker, who died today. Legendary journalist and all round gentleman. Always chic, wearing a suit and tie; ever ready with a witty remark delivered in his classy and cool manner, and all the time keeping the audience enthralled with his exciting adventures. They definitely do not make them like him anymore. 'Whicker's World' was one of my favourite TV shows when I was a little girl. My parents enjoyed mocking me for it. When familiar things from my childhood disappear, it makes me feel a pang of sadness for my invisible roots. But they also force me to recall fond memories and revisit things I have long forgotten. His shows whetted my appetite for travel and made me want to experience the world and all the strange things in it. And he certainly encountered some odd stuff! Perhaps also, he was one of the first men I looked ...

‘It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas’

By Saturday, December 8, 2012 0 Permalink

Actually, I don't think it is at all. Each year it all seems to me less and less Christmassy in the UK but maybe that is because of my personal circumstances; maybe it is a byproduct of getting older or maybe things are so economically bleak that our current climate has killed off the cheer. Let's face it, Christmas is never nearly as much fun after you know Santa Claus is not real. However, it's nearly here and I have been dragging my heels for months pondering what I could do over the festive period, knowing it was looming. My first ever Christmas alone. Bizarrely, I have not been dreading it or even feeling sad at all. And all without the aid of alcohol or happy pills and nothing more potent than my seasonal October to March dosage of Rhodiola and Vitamin D supplements! Quite impressive, bit perplexing. But hey I am not knocking it. ...

‘Memory, is the diary that we all carry about with us’…

All very well Mr Wilde, but memories fade, get twisted or forgotten. How I took for granted chatting with Mama about my childhood and Papa only to realise that when she too died, I was suddenly left as the sole curator of this vast archive of facts, dates, names and events. How many times we children roll our eyes when a parent starts recounting an anecdote we have heard a thousand times or tells us a story of people we have never heard of and we take no notice. I started a diary the day my mother died, the minute it happened in fact. Odd I know but I was horrified to think for one minute that I might start forgetting things or feelings as I did when my father had died four years earlier. The horrors of death obviously take precedence in the mind when you lose someone in unfortunate ...

Raison d’être

By Tuesday, March 29, 2011 0 Permalink

(This was the initial post I made on my original blog, Loco Parentis. Later, when my partner died and I made a discovery about myself the title was changed as it was not just parents I was mourning anymore, and I realised my life situation made me different from most people. My perspective is shaped by this, but I am not defined by it. Everything I have learned can help me be of service to others. No pictures here - bit hard to illustrate the concept of orphan without resorting to sooty faced chimney sweeps, though my parents did like to take photos of me in the washing machine as a toddler, which I will not be sharing with the public)! In Loco Parentis. Strictly defined as 'In place of a parent' or 'instead of a parent'. My august mission statement as it were. This is a blog for orphaned adults trying to make sense of the world ...