Ashes to ashes

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope T. S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday I It’s Ash Wednesday. People—Anglicans and Catholics mainly—are getting ashes smudged on their foreheads in recognition of the start of Lent. People are giving up vices and bad habits—caffeine, cigarettes, meat, swearing, sex—for the next forty days. […]

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Among the objects I discovered in my father’s study–a place which had not been explored, I would imagine, for about 20 years–are (in no particular order): the music he selected and used in 20-odd years of directing the Nassau Renaissance Singers, including some of his own arrangements and those of other choir members memorabilia from […]

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New Year’s … resolutions?

So it’s 2015, and millions of words are being generated around the world about what people plan to do with this new year. I don’t normally engage in that activity. I usually have far too much going on and it’s a bit like swimming in a crowded pond: keeping my head above the weeds is […]

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This is the kind of post one should really support with photographs. Trouble is, I don’t have any. Since 2011, the year my mother died, I’ve been packing my childhood home. It’s been a long haul. I think I’ve posted here before that I’m taking my time and taking care with the job because I’m […]

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A Good Colonial Education

I’m a QC graduate. This is something my brother and I share with our mother and uncle, and with their father as well. We’re third generation Comets, even though that title has something twenty-first century about it. My grandfather went to QC in the 1910s. My mother and uncle started in the 1930s and 40s; I […]

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