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My abiding memory of my mother cooking the Christmas pudding was the kitchen being enfolded in clouds of steam. She used to use a huge black enamel pan, fondly dubbed the witches cauldron and used as such to make soup for Hallowe'en events in later years, and the puddings boiled away for hours.
Latest blog entry looks at books that may help you form a picture of how your ancestors lived. All the books I have mentioned have been serendipitous charity shop finds. A treasure trove. http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
That’s sad, Lizy. These have been collected over the past decade or so but very welcome when they turn up. We used to have eleve charity shops in town. Now down to seven due to rate increases.
A fun limerick, Carol, and I can just visualise a cartoon style illustration to go with it. Your story, on the other hand Lizy, is a real bitter sweet tale.
The cold weather last week brought a frenzy of activity around the bird feeders which has almost melted away with the frost and snow. I thought I would write my memories in a blog post. http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
I couldn’t either Lizy. A cat has moved in with me. He turned up in my garden months ago very skinny, hungry and crying. I just happened to have some cat food (for the local hedgehog rescue, I did replenish it). He demolished two pouches then settled on the sofa in the conservatory and went to sleep. No one claimed him and despite me telling him I‘m a doggy person he decided to stay.
Having spent much of the day in Christmas preparations ahead of family visiting, I found myself finishing off a number of Christmas craft projects in the process. It seems procrastination has migrated from writing to crafting. I am sure others will have fellow feelings with my blog post on the topic. At least I have now done some writing! http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
I love crafts, Wordy, but there are no such classes near me so I invent my own. Christmas trees crocheted with remnant of glittery green wool were this year's efforts,
Love your latest story, Lizy. Years ago, workmen finishing off our new house warned us against accepting elderberry wine from the old lady opposite. They had accepted such an offer, one hot sunny day, when they stopped for lunch. They were unable to work that afternoon having had, "just one more" too often!
Our craft group is an offshoot of our WI, although membership is not necessary to attend, as is my recording life group for those wanting to write up their stories for future generations. Mostly the crafts are lead by a member but occasionally we have demonstrations. It was crochet Christmas trees we made, Lizy.
Carol, your round up of the past year and your resolution to reduce emails both resonated here. I have taken to deleting 10 unwanted emails every time I check my emails. Stops me doing it so often but does reduce the numbers significantly each day.
I aim to revisit some of my previous writing to start the year. Writing on topics I have already researched should help get the brain up and running for future projects - I hope. It made me think of childhood Januarys where we largely used items already in store with some unusual results. It prompted my latest blog post. http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
Wordy, that's a very apt post. I can remember going to the sales in Bournemouth on Boxing Day with Mum. We both came away with real bargains and it was worth the early start to be outside the department store for when it opened.
Was that Bobby’s? Seem to recall that was the big store in Bournemouth. I can recall mountains of towels just tipped out in the centre of our department store and another of candlestick bedspreads. People just saw something they fancied a pulled. Health and safety would have a fit.
My mum wasn't a shopper, due mainly to a small salary - clergy aren't well paid - añd a large family. So I don't remember ever going to a sale in my youth. Perhaps that's why I view them as an undignified scramble for things you only want because they're cheap!
Some of the sales they showed on the news used to fit that description certainly. We always went with a list of things needed and there was no spare cash for non essentials. I always made any Christmas money go a long way with sales purchases.
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This week's 100 word story is a rerun, but I can't remember when I wrote it. All the stuff I brought forward from my old laptop is dated January 2021
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/11/a-path-much-travelled.html
http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
MEanwhile, here's my weekly 100 words.
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/reflections.html
https://carol-bevitt.com/2022/12/18/christmas-fun/
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/still-boy.html
The cold weather last week brought a frenzy of activity around the bird feeders which has almost melted away with the frost and snow. I thought I would write my memories in a blog post.
http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/albies-xmas-stocking.html
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/unexpected-guests.html
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/christmas-toys.html
http://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/reflections_22.html
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/the-camel-herder.html
http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
And thank you Wilts.
Our craft group is an offshoot of our WI, although membership is not necessary to attend, as is my recording life group for those wanting to write up their stories for future generations. Mostly the crafts are lead by a member but occasionally we have demonstrations. It was crochet Christmas trees we made, Lizy.
https://carol-bevitt.com/2022/12/24/merry-christmas-2/
https://carol-bevitt.com/2022/12/30/time-for-the-2022-review/
https://lizy-writes.blogspot.com/2022/12/uprising.html
https://carol-bevitt.com/2023/01/01/happy-new-year-2/
I aim to revisit some of my previous writing to start the year. Writing on topics I have already researched should help get the brain up and running for future projects - I hope. It made me think of childhood Januarys where we largely used items already in store with some unusual results. It prompted my latest blog post.
http://www.adbwilliams.co.uk/blog/
Wordy, that's a very apt post. I can remember going to the sales in Bournemouth on Boxing Day with Mum. We both came away with real bargains and it was worth the early start to be outside the department store for when it opened.