Pretty much neglected my blog in recent months partly because my job has been full on but also because I’m still between houses. The old house is still up for sale after nearly a year so I’m currently in a rental till it sells. The downside of that is most of my things are packed and so doing anything from music, art, writing or study is just so onerous it doesn’t get done. Complicating life even more is that I’m also now between jobs.
When I returned to Geordieland back in November I took a six-month agency job thinking that the house would sell during that time but since it hasn’t I’ve taken a permanent role starting 1st August. The new job is working with children and young people who are looked after by the local authority and so is certainly within my skill set. With retirement only 21 months away it’s probably an appropriate way to end my 50 years of non-stop full-time working as I head for the finish line.
Found this lovely #blastfromthepast photo of my grandmother Hannah, my sister Kerrie and my niece Mia which I love. It was probably taken in the seventies up in Rowlands Gill, Tyne and Wear where they lived. Sadly Hannah and Kerrie have passed away now but MIA still lives in Rowlands Gill and we Remain very close X
(2016 With MIA in Newcastle)
As my rummaging through old photos continues I found this very rare photo of my parents together in the same room; on the back it says it was taken at my sister Kerrie’s wedding although she isn’t in the picture and neither am I as I was abroad with the Royal Navy. As I learn more about my parents past photos like this one become so important for me.
Left to right: My Mother Elsie, Uncle Arthur (who married my Fathers sister Joan), my little sister Brenda, I think my Aunty Jenny (Mothers sister), my Father Charles Henry, my sister Christine and her husband Clem (with his back to the camera). I don’t know who the man standing is.
Regular readers will know I’ve been researching and clawing through my autobiography for years and occasionally come across a little gem which either clarifies something or sends me up an entirely different road.
Durham County Council have been helping me piece together my early years (which I’ve been writing about here on my website) and at some point found my registration card which I had stored away but turned up again as I was packing some papers.
When I read the card again I felt dreadfully sad although not so much for me; I already know what happened to me though I didn’t know the kids home I was in was somehow connected to the North East Workhouse. No, I felt really sad for my birth Mother who, although I rejected her later in life for putting me in care, had been accommodated in Crossley Sanitorium and only she could have known what that experience was like.
As I’m left with my thoughts I am at least thankful to Durham County Council for giving me another piece of my jigsaw.
Sometimes you see something and just have to take a photo but have no idea why. Maybe it’s because the subject throws up more questions than answers?
Taken this afternoon at Saltwell Park, Gateshead.
These days I often return home to Geordieland a few times a year and I’ve just had my 59th birthday there. Somehow I always find time to wander up the back streets because they bring back childhood memories for me. Although the cobble streets are now all covered in Tarmac and the coalie holes are all bricked up I still get a feeling of home there.
The coastal pictures were taken at Blyth, Northumberland, on quite a windy day but just to see the beach huts made the trip worthwhile. I’m very envious of people who have a beach hut.
My beautiful, gorgeous Mowgli photographed in my daughters house in Geordieland at the weekend. He does need to lose a few pounds because I have indulged him a bit too much lately so we’ve put him on a new diet regime starting today although he doesn’t know it yet. I have some photos of our visit up north which I’ll try and post a bit later on. I’m still quite exhausted from the trip. Hope you’re all having a restful Bank Holiday x
So on my last day in Geordieland I’ve hit 59 although I think my mind still thinks I’m a lot younger than that. It sounds quite old but oddly I don’t feel old; must be because I work with kids and have a lot of little people in my life. The jury has always been out as to whether my birthdate was the 4th or 5th May but I do like celebrating on the 4th. There’s something wonderfully cheesy about:
“May the fourth be with you”.
Love and blessings to all my readers and visitors who take the time to call in on my website xx Alan cx