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A number of people, in passing, have told me that they enjoyed the photos from last year’s trip. The following were taken exactly a year ago in Edam , yes the cheese place! For a cheese freak like me, this is as good as it gets.
A year go today we were in Stockholm and came across the incredible story of the Vasa.
The original post: The Vasa
Here are some more examples of public art:
My wife and I like looking for public art as we travel. Sometimes it makes sense and other times … it doesn’t. These do.
One of my favourite places is Cornwall. This moody photo was taken in the summer of 2006. Fortunately not everydaywas like this!
Do you remember everyone in your school photos? I don’t. There was a time, of course, when I knew everyone but now after 50 plus years the names and memories have faded. Not all. Some people I remember because they were friends or, maybe, enemies. There are others that I can recall because they are associated with a particular event. I remember Detlev because his mum always dressed him lederhosen as it was “long wearing” but poor Detlev had to put up with a lot of teasing which nowadays would be called bullying. And I remember Robert Robertson because his name wasn’t very imaginative and he was also the first to break loose from school, to become a postman. There was “Chooky” who had an unusually shaped head but was a great footballer and we had the same birth date.
Similarly, I can’t remember all my teachers’ names apart from those that I liked a lot or loathed. Mrs. Fisher was ahead of her time. Her classes were interesting and varied and she always had something in her “dilly bag” to show us. Mr. Austin in contrast was stern and humourless and his music lessons consisted of humming in tune with a tuning fork. I remember getting “six of the best” on numerous occasions. I am not saying I didn’t deserve them but it didn’t help me like him either.
My school photos also come from a time when life was in black, white and shades of grey. Colour hadn’t arrived yet. I wonder if that affects our memories? Do colour school photos make the time seem more pleasant? We were regimented into lines in the photos just as we were lined up and marched into school to the sound of a scratchy old record over the PA system playing “Colonel Bogey”.
But one can’t help wondering as one looks at the 43 students in the Grade Two photo what lives the other 42 have lived and how many have passed on. What has happened to Ron, Peter, Sue, Vera and Olga and have Detlev’s lederhosen finally worn out? Have some of the others been better at keeping in contact than I?