18 Years Ago ...

Eighteen years ago was the final Father's Day with my father still alive. Of course we didn't know that then. Although he may have.

Eighteen years is quite a long time, but it still pinches each time the algorithms try to sell me on this day.

Meanwhile, the pic above shows AHF in the city he said he loved the most. And the pic below shares an unsung achievement of his, becoming a Knight of Mark Twain. 

Always deeply loved and missed.

Happy Birthday Auntie Dorrit!

Sometimes I get Auntie Dorrit's age wrong. As a woman of a certain age, she didn't like people to know exactly what that was, even going as far as editing her brother's draft of his autobiography to change her date of birth. However old she would have been today, I'm thinking of her, and continue to miss her. In honour of her anniversary, and to stand alongside the other pics of graduation I'm seeing at the moment, here she is in the Vicksburg media of that era!

Addio Bruce Kent

Dear Bruce is gone. A good friend of my father's, both gentle of nature but fierce in their desire to heal our world. In this pic he had kindly offered to pose for my first portfolio. The little white dot on the edge of his cardi is a CND badge. We are poorer without him. My condolences to his beloved Valerie.

Guardian obit