My Day, by Victoria Roberts

I've no idea how I came to acquire this book, but it was published in 1984, when my youngest daughter was five years old. I'll ask her how old she would have been to write her name thus. (She reckons 9) I've selected a few out of the fifty strip cartoons. Victoria Roberts was born…

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A Portrait of General Gordon

DURING the year 1883 a solitary English gentleman was to be seen, wandering, with a thick book under his arm, in the neighbourhood of Jerusalem. His unassuming figure, short and slight, with its half-gliding, half-tripping motion, gave him a boyish aspect, which contrasted, oddly but not unpleasantly, with the touch of grey on his hair…

An Irish Funeral

AFTER Mass this morning an old woman was buried.  She lived in a cottage next mine, and more than once before noon I heard a faint echo of the keen.  I did not go to the wake for fear my presence might jar upon the mourners, but all last evening I could hear the strokes…

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white

(title from Little Black Boy by William Blake) In this novel, based on the lives of Charles Lamb, known today as an essayist, and his sister Mary,  a document has been discovered showing that Shakespeare was not a Papist as generally supposed, but a member of the English Church. Now read on: . . .…

Mother’s Day

Here in England, and I guess throughout the  British Commonwealth, yesterday was Mother's Day. It was a special and poignant event, Karleen having lost her beloved daughter to Covid in the prime of her life. I'd made a compilation album for our anniversary three years ago, but the CD was labelled with a Sharpie, the…

A World Split by the Same God …

. . . Un Mondo Separado Por El Mismo Dios in the original Spanish I put this compilation together about 12 years ago. 1. Weep No More My Baby - Brenda Lee I'd just left school and got a summer job washing dishes in a Shanklin hotel - heard it in the street and loved…

Secrets of Happy Family Life

2189. Husband and Wife.—Being hints to each other for the good of both, as actually delivered at our own table :— 2190. Hints for Wives.—If your husband occasionally looks a little troubled when he comes home, do not say to him, with an alarmed countenance, " What ails you, my dear ? " Don't bother…

World Music

I've got two copies of this CD. One is for sale to the first reader who comes along, at any price to be agreed. Drop me a note if you're interested. I'll post it to anywhere in the world, which is appropriate when you consider how many countries have contributed to the track list. Two…

Dimples

I mentioned "Dimples" by John Lee Hooker in The Day the President Died. I have two copies of the Dimples album, both of the same quality. One of them is for sale, drop me a line if you're interested. Here's the title song: Here's what happened, as reported in the post linked above A friend…

Student japes in the 60s

To: alumnioffice@contacts.bham.ac.uk on 2023-03-11 11:38 Thanks to you all! You made me reflect that I graduated 60 years ago. I was given a secondhand (third hand ... who knows?) scarf on my birthday. I see you sell them online shop https://shop.bham.ac.uk/product-catalogue/gifts-and-souvenirs/clothing/university-of-birmingham-woollen-scarf has them on sale. Are they  passé now? I used to wear one in the winter of '61,…

Storms

The songs I like best in this album by singer-songwriter Nanci Griffith are "You Made This Love a Teardrop" and "It's a Hard Life Wherever You Go". Each song is a dignified lament, as typified by the title "If Wishes Were Changes". Most sentimental songs in the world of Pop are about "me", my own…

Live Dead

"Live Dead explains why the Dead are one of the best performing bands in America, why their music touches on ground that most other groups don’t even know exists. "A list of song titles would mean very little in terms of what actually goes on inside the album. Like the early Cream, the Dead in…

Strange Angels

This CD is one of several I picked up free at the Wycombe Counselling Service. Someone had left a pile of cds in a spare room with a note saying help yourself, with a little tray for donations to maintain the service. Before introducing Strange Angels,  please permit me a rambling digression. I worked there…

Rumours

"As of February 2023, Rumours has sold over 40 million copies worldwide, making it the sixth best-selling album of the 1970s, and the 12th best-selling album of all time." (Wikipedia). I'd never heard of Fleetwood Mac until their first hit, the instrumental "Albatross", released in 1968. and though Rumours came out in '77, I never…

Origin of Symmetry

The critics over the years have relished the opportunity  for ridicule and hate: https://audioxide.com/reviews/muse-origin-of-symmetry/ https://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/muse-origin-of-symmetry/ https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2001/jun/15/shopping.artsfeatures1 https://www.musewiki.org/Origin_of_Symmetry_media_use here is the nearest I can find to a positive review All I can say is, I've always loved it since I first bought a copy in an Oxfam shop in Gerrards Cross, brought it back minutes later…

For you, on my birthday

It's my birthday (eighteen backwards) and I'm feeling fine, thanks to our blessed NHS and all its pills keeping me alive day by day, especially their gift of Codeine as and when needed—which is quite often. Coming to the point, I have a small set of CDs and books, so precious that when I lost…

An African Sampler

This was published in 2014 and then lost till yesterday, when I decided to put labels on my most treasured CDs. See this video (opens in a separate tab); also this post “Greater than the sum of the parts”. The guiding principle for the selection of tracks was to pick some personal favourites. I’ve made it unbalanced…

Pancake Day

It's a centuries-old tradition here in England to make pancakes on Shrove Tuesday, the day before Lent starts on Ash Wednesday. My daughter, who's currently overseas, sent me this message. I replied as follows: You need a blender, 1 or 2 eggs, some plain flour, milk, butter and a pinch of salt. Then white sugar…

A Midwinter Night’s Dream

I meet this wild girl at a strange event, outdoors and indoors, it keeps changing like a chameleon. At first it’s just a place where people are gathered, like a town square in Italy, with café tables open day and night till late. It’s all well-mannered and sedate. Then I find myself drawn into a…

Son Becomes Priest

Inspired by <a href="http://comments">comments on Bryan White' recent dream, and Cindy's sight of the Chinese balloon in St Louis These days I've been waking up several times a night on account of a medical problem that may or may not be identified next week by a special investigation at the hospital, preceded by 2 days…

A cryptic crossword, explained

Cryptic crosswords are a British invention. The first ones were printed in the Daily Telegraph. Unless you have knowledge of British geography (especially rivers, counties and towns), games (especially cricket), past prime ministers, abbreviations. you'll flounder helplessly. The English language has an impressive range of metaphoric expressions, some of which you can see here. We…

At crossword time

First drafted yesterday, see date on crossword The 7 o'clock news says that Britain is the slowest-growing economy in the developed world. To be more precise, it is shrinking. The economists blame our recent Prime Minister, Liz Truss. I was really glad when she was voted in to replace Boris Johnson. For a Conservative, she…

God’s Funeral

At Wycombe Hospital you can buy hundreds of books at £1 each. There's a shop alongside the main Reception counter collecting donations for purchase and maintenance of scanners installed in Wycombe, Amersham and Stoke Mandeville hospitals. There's a Scannapeal shop near to the main hospital as you go in. Every book is £1. Usually it's…

Escaping from a Festival

We're a bunch of old friends from University days, on our way to somewhere in Wales, in an old Land Rover. Without our copy of The Readers Digest Book of Roads (400 pages), cross-referenced to signposts, we'd have had no chance. Our route takes us up hill and down dale, in a maze of narrow…

Classical Music of Africa

This song by Sona Jobarteh is surely an Ode To Joy for our present age. The video shows a loving and idealized portrait of modern West Africa, steeped in traditional roots Up to the middle of the 19th century, classical music came from Central Europe. Sona has absorbed this tradition from early childhood, interwoven with…

Country boy down in New Orleans – Snooks Eaglin

Snooks Eaglin was blind, spent much of his childhood learning to play guitar. Allow me to share one of my favorite blues with you. It's illustrated throughout with some beautiful paintings

Christmas Past

Recalling a long-ago Christmas, when I was 12. 1954 on the Isle of Wight; recalled in High Wycombe in 2006.

a wayfarer’s notes

Yes, time can be a spiral, as Cream pointed out in her comment on my last. But it can seem like a circle of recurrence too, as the season evokes emotions long past.

I’ve been wanting to write of life’s pathos for weeks now, but today it caught up with me, with an inescapable twisting of the guts. Everyone I saw in town carried its lineaments, or perhaps I should say they were the unwitting mirrors of my own feeling.

Every Christmas bears with it the ghosts of our Christmasses past, as in Dickens’ novella, A Christmas Carol. Today I recalled 1954. Since six years old, I’d been boarding at a prep school but all that had suddenly changed and I was 12. I’d just acquired a new stepfather, the previous stepfather having been discarded in a nasty divorce. We went to live far away, where I knew no…

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Time consumes; art distils

recalling Christmas 2006

a wayfarer’s notes

Time is like a forest fire, consuming everything in its path. Our most intense moments burn bright and hot, leaving nothing but fragile tatters of memory. Where would we be without art, snatching moments before they disintegrate into oblivion? What else but art, crucible for smelting the ore of our lives till we get a lodestone, with power to excite other souls, in other moments? How else can time be defied? This is the prodigious, mythical, Promethean feat which propels us animals to create gods, and be punished by them for such effrontery. This is what makes us human, and comes with its price.

I wrote the other day of the medieval peasants’ Christmas. The mythic power of Bible stories, even to those who could not read, illumined the darkest days of the Winter Solstice, the time known as Yule, whose druidical lore never quite died. A carol, “The Holly…

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In the bleak midwinter

On Christmas Day 2022 I recall a walk near home in Advent 2006

a wayfarer’s notes

Christmas is the most renowned of all the world’s festivals. It’s full of drama and contrast and potent symbols. Like many, I dread the tawdry commercialisation, sentimentality and ubiquity of this season’s trappings. But I see it differently now, having spent an entire year celebrating the daily advance and decline of Nature’s rhythms in the hills, woods and fields, in all weathers.

I went out on a windy wet afternoon at sunset. The ground was waterlogged and the fields were desolate near Amersham Old Town, which keeps a memorial to its Protestant martyrs burned at the stake in the sixteenth century, for committing the heresy of reading the Bible in their own English tongue.

I thought of the peasants of Amersham in the days when they’d rely upon their priest or wandering friar for tales of the Christ-child’s birth in a lowly stable, which they could imagine only too well…

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The Naked Island

I first read this memoir when I was 14. My stepfather, Sep Charlton, had a dozen war books in Pan paperback editions. They were already well-worn, some with loose pages. He'd got them from a friend at work, along with many of his minor possessions, while he worked at Saunders-Roe, an aircraft company in East…

Doodles at Crossword Time

The older you get, the more your married life relies on shared rituals for contentment and knowing where you are. I've been tested four times for dementia, and passed 100% every time. But then again, I'm going for my fifth brain scan in January, having gone a bit funny in the head for a month…

A Brush With The Past

I've just finished my first attempt at watercolours since 1958. From the age of 12, I went to King James I School, in Newport, Isle of Wight. It was built as a grammar school in 1613, with some latter additions to accommodate up to 120 boys. Our art master was Mr Bell, a strict disciplinarian.…

High Wycombe: good place to live

Wycombe is a great place to live if you don't drive. No traffic jams or parking problems. If you live in Abercromby Road, for example, it's a short walk along Desborough Road to the town centre, with its Eden shopping Mall, library, Hospital. If you are disabled, there are many facilities, including https://www.shopmobilityhighwycombe.co.uk/ You'll pass…

Christmas with Bach

May there be joy around the world at Christmastime. And so on forever, one day at a time. If life lets us and we let it reach our hearts. Merry Christmas!

Eagle Flew Out Of the Night

Waking up at 3 am, I find a song playing endlessly in my head. Not just the tune, but some of the words too. It's one of the most extraordinary popular songs, more potent than anything by Bob Dylan or Leonard Cohen. Peter Gabriel has his own explanation for how it hatched in his mind…

A bewitching tale

. . . of how Jacquetta Hawkes' country was formed Chapter I. Two Themes:a) the author describes her little hemmed-in London garden. b) she speculates about how the world was formed and how it depends totally on the sun. "Writing in 1949 I say that night and day were formed. It is, I know, foolish…

‘Fitness’ in the Design of Form

Postscript Here's an overview of the author's life and work on YouTube:   Many years ago, when I worked at Zeus-Hermes, I read a piece in Computer Weekly mentioning Notes on the Synthesis of Form. I couldn't get a copy anywhere till I bought one on an obscure shelf in the world famous bookshop, Foyles.…

In Bed This Morning

Transcribed from our conversations and my scribbled notes Part 1 We both woke up at the same time: 6:40. I often wake at 5.30 and read till she wakes at 6.30. I had a strange dream of living in a foreign land. Where am I? What am I doing here? But then I discovered my…

A View From A Broad

In 1978, Bette Midler completed a "Divine Miss M" world tour of 21 venues in two months, starting at the London Palladium. Her beautifully illustrated book is a joyous show-biz travelog, truthful in essence but selected for comic effect. She's a supreme  diva, in full command of her audiences—but not her supporting team. All suffer…

From my desktop

This one's for Cindy. Despite the distance between us—she lives with family near St Louis, Missouri—we've kept in touch for many years by email, and she's made lots of comments on posts here. ----- I shall look no further for inspiration beyond my physical desktop. As bought from Ikea to fit in this corner position…

Touched by the Printed Word

First published on Feb. 25th, 2009 I learned to read at my grandmother’s knee, at four years old. We used a Victorian primer, Reading without Tears: it proved itself worthy of the name and I worked through it in a few days, mostly on my own. I remember being frustrated with the word “parlour” near…

Helpful advice to men—from the 16th Century

from On the power of the imagination, an essay by Michel Montaigne, translated by J M Cohen: "I have personal knowledge of the case of a man for whom I can answer as for myself, and who could not fall under the least suspicion impotence or being under a spell. He had heard a comrade…

Sunday Morning Stroll

Went from home to West Wycombe in my new waterproof boots. It was a little muddy along this route   Gate to the public footpath on return walk

Don’t Give Up

Here's a track from Peter Gabriel’s album So; In this proud land we grew up strongWe were wanted all alongI was taught to fight, taught to winI never thought I could fail No fight left or so it seemsI am a man whose dreams have all desertedI’ve changed my face, I’ve changed my nameBut no…

Planning One’s Endgame

When I set my mind to it, this head is crowded with enough memories to spend the rest of my life writing it all down, supposing I aim for two hours a day. But how do I know which bits will be of interest to future generations?. Modesty, probably false, wants to add "if any".…

Don’t Be Abashed

Originally published on August 18th, 2010 I’ve agreed to help publicize DBA Lehane’s competition, which is to help publicize his website. I don’t normally do much to publicize anything. Perhaps I just want to show you my own entry. I’ve never written a short story before, never mind a short short one. It is exactly…

Bel and the Dragon

We had planned a day out walking in Flackwell Heath, near High Wycombe, but the next bus wasn't due for an hour. Another bus was waiting for passengers to Maidenhead, so we got on that. We decided to get off at Cookham, where I knew a nice pub that I hadn't been in since 1965,…

Libido

On the Jeremy Vine programme today there was discussion about couples who don't have sex. I recorded it in case there was anything of interest. There wasn't, I deleted the recording.  But at the end, to wind up the discussion, there was talk about unequal libido between the partners. I am adamant this is the…

Mr Lehane is Back

Years ago, DBA Lehane had a website of Short Short Stories, now defunct. I'm delighted to see it's back at https://dailymicrofictions.com/ Mr Lehane often visited Wayfarer's and over the years our exchange of comments is worthy of being disinterred from the sands of time, like this fellow: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look…

Sailing into WebSpace

A while ago I created this website. It was before the days of blogs. I used some free kind of web design software. It was harder to use than blogger or WordPress, or so it seemed at the time, but provided some lovely backgrounds. The site is ian.mulder.clara.net. You can view it from any browser,…

What’s Wrong with the World?

first published on August 2nd, 2006, restored from a backup Today I am following on from my previous post and the comments made by Darius and Rama. They felt that it did not really matter what someone believes. Perhaps they take the view that there is some inner Truth ready to be found which will…

Revelations

Got out of bed this morning telling myself there's a close connection between sex and God. On reflection, love has to be in the equation: Love + sex = God This is surely why religion smiles on marriage but not one-night stands. As for homosexual relations, every religion so far as I know has frowned…

A call from “Alma Mater”

Lat night I got a call from a bright young woman in the Alumni department, clearly a student volunteer. They ring from time to time to see if you can donate to their charity in aid of  disadvantaged students from overseas. this is from their website https://www.birmingham.ac.uk/ : Birmingham is a truly global university producing…

A Brief History of Politics?

inspired by a new blog:  A Platform for Politics and Culture Speech evolved from homo erectus's point and grunt for catching game in a team. It's presented as a series of steps explained in a talk by Wittgenstein, transcribed in The Brown Book, appended here. Thus creatures and things could be given names. Then speech…

The Origins of Speech, according to Wittgenstein

THE BROWN BOOKI Augustine, in describing his learning of language, says that he was taught to speak by learning the names of things. It is clear that who-ever says this has in mind the way in which a child learns such words as "man", "sugar", "table", etc. He does not primarily think of such words…

Visit to Dalkey in 2018

(Drafted September 9th 2022) I've been reading Joyce's Ulysses in odd moments. Its 265,000 words cover a single day in and around Dublin. It never loses a keen reader's interest but the action moves slowly. In fact so far as I've reached, the action is mostly implied rather than described. It starts at six in…

A trip back

originally published on July 15th, 2015, in https://perpetual-lab.blogspot.com/ When I was 12 I lived in East Cowes, shown above on the left of the creek they call the River Medina. The next year we moved across to West Cowes. The two sides of Cowes are joined by a chain ferry. The constant to-and-fro of yachts…

God, Love, Marriage, Sex

In my view, God is not  the Transcendent Being delineated in Scriptures, the one that intervenes in the workings of Man and the rest of Nature. My God is not nullified by Evolution theory. She is the the Whole SheBang: not just the Big Bang of said theory, but the ongoing Carer that never deserts…

The day Jack Kennedy died

https://www.youtube.com/embed/elt_nafQLm4 we danced to this again and again ... It was a Thursday evening on November 22 in 1963. I'd graduated that summer with a mediocre BA Hons from the University of Birmingham. I'd had some adventures after that—see this post for example. There was lots more. I'd earned a few quid selling ice-cream at…

The Blues

Back in '65 I acquired a battered and rusty National guitar, gift of a friend who also gave me various cassettes copied from LPs, including Alabama Blues by JB Lenoir. The only thing I learned to play was Big Leg Blues. I never got beyond the first line, couldn't play the chords. https://youtu.be/4zeANzfesQU    

How this blog got its URL

When this blog started in 2015, taking over from my former blogspot address, I used the name of singer Tabu Ley Rochereau, who often performed with Franco Luambo's TPOK Jazz Band. This had been a favourite of mine since I first discovered African music through some tracks copied on to a cassette by a local…

An Old Cockney song

We've been together now for nineteen years, An' it don't seem a day too much, 'cos there ain't a lady livin' in the land As I'd swop for my dear old Dutch.

Mary, Martha and Jesus

They had by this time arrived at the large well outside Magdala. Clouds had covered the sun: a pale darkness fell over the face of the earth. Black threads of rain hung down, joining sky and soil. . . . Magdalene lifted her eyes to her skylight and saw the heavens blacken. "Winter is upon…

Etty Hillesum’s Diary – 2

8.00 p.m. 8 uur, 's avonds. We are always in search of the redeeming formula, the crystallizing thought. As I was cycling about in the cold, I suddenly thought: perhaps I am making everything much too complicated because I don't want to face the sober facts. Een mens zoekt altijd naar de verlossende formule, naar…

Etty Hillesum’s Diary – 1

MONDAY, 4 AUGUST 1941, 2.30 P.M. He said that love of mankind is greater than love of one man. For when you love one person you are merely loving yourself. He is a mature 55-year-old and has reached the stage where he can love all mankind, having loved many individuals in the past. I am…

R.I.P. Liz & Phil

the figure above is of the Labour Prime Minister, Gordon Brown NEW LABOUR NEW ROYALTY Altered from Royal Coat of Arms Honi Soit Qui Mal y Pense Mon Dieu Mon Soif Altered from Dieu et Mon Droit Scanned from ...

Neighbours: live podcast

Turned on voice recorder as I left the house yesterday, on my way to town. Intended to comment upon things of interest as I passed them. Didn't expect this encounter with an African neighbour at no. 13, three doors down. We'd not spoken before, other than a friendly greeting. This is what I captured, unknown…

Homage to Clichés

With all this clamour for progressThis hammering out of new phases and gadgets, new trinkets and phrasesI prefer the automatic, the reflex, the cliche of velvet.The foreseen smile, sexual, maternal, or hail-fellow-met,The cat's fur sparking under your handAnd the indolent delicacy of your handThese fish coming in to the netI can see them coming for…

Good Vibrations, good migration

 Revised on October 3rd Things have changed in my body & psyche. One is the worse for wear, the other has recovered after 6 weeks of insanity, diagnosed as an infection of the brain which like the common cold has cleared up by itself. During those 6 weeks my head ran wild ("Freak Out!") scaring…

High Wycombe has a Monopoly

from our local newspaper, the Bucks Free Press. I've corrected its numerous typos, excused by the fact that today is its publishing day, and Isabella Perrin was clearly rushed to get the copy ready in time High Wycombe MONOPOLY board release date and locations announced 15th August by Isabella Perrin , @IsabellaHPerrin Senior Digital Journalist…

(Not) Closing Down Soon

I've just transcribed Shaving Through the Blitz  from scribbled notes and posted it here. I'd written these words: This WordPress site, already much pruned, is returning to Blogger, the land of its birth. A few hundred posts from here will be transferred there asap. See you there already!Now I'm asking myself "Why? Are you crazy?…

Shaving Through the Blitz

Here follow verbatim the notes I scribbled on Thursday 7th October 2021 Life can get very awkward at times. I've not asked for this cup to be taken from me, nor am I comparing my succession of predicaments with anything as violent as crucifixion like those martyrs who emulated Him in the surrendered cruelty of…

“Thank You NHS”

I went up to the hospital for a blood test and took these snaps of the approach road. They've been painted here for more than a year, and reflect a massive manifestation of affection for our National Health Service since the pandemic hit us. At various points it has drastically overloaded its workers at all…

Housewifery

HOUSEWIFERY is the efficient running of a house, and embraces problems of widely different natures. It includes the problem of running the house economically, seeing that the money available is spent to the best purpose. It includes keeping the house clean, for cleanliness and hygiene are the basis of healthy living. It includes a knowledge…

Being human with what we’ve got

Dear Vincent A long gap between communications tends to blur thoughts that were sharp when originally conceived - ie: when I first read your excellent last post. Maybe that’s a salutary reminder of how ephemeral our thoughts are anyway! Now that there’s a quiet moment I want to try to sum up what I wanted…

Theories of Everything

First there was nothing. Then there was something: the Creation, as engineered by the Big Bang and ongoing evolution to this day.Whatever you call it, it's never stopped. Creation continues, evolution is not complete. Here we are: creativeness builds on the legacy of yesterday to bring something new today, unaffected by the future. Such is…

The Tree of Life

“If I can prevent just one person from watching this, it’ll have been worth suffering through it.” Thus begins a review of The Tree of Life by Kevin A Ranson, alias Grim D Reaper; unfortunately one which I didn’t read in time. Published on Blogger, Saturday March 17th,  2012 “If I can prevent just one…

Holy Family

Ascension of Yemaya into the Waters ,2019 I guess like other educated white males I haven’t understood the the accusation that came out so often last year in the Black Lives Matter campaigns, that people like me are “privileged”. Especially in the sense that there are things we may never be able to understand, such…

Joy without a cause

I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher. Night shall be thrice night over you, And heaven an iron cope. Do you have joy without a cause, Yea, faith without a hopeInspired by G.K. Chesterton's Ballad of the White…

Where We Stand

Politics has never been more rotten, more destructive of the people’s wellbeing. From an impartial distance, this is surely unarguable. But who keeps this distance? From where I stand, democracy (reflecting the people’s choice), and freedom (of the powerful to enrich themselves and do what they like), have become especially poisonous. To the biosphere as…

Invisibles

My guardian angel got her name by accident. It can be traced back to a difference between men and women, in which She (archetypal woman) does chores without remark or fuss. When she dares to interrupt His (archetypal man's) scholarly scribbling, and to ask him to lend a hand, he does so with a little…

Aylesbury Walkabout

I’m on a section of the “Round Aylesbury Walk”. If you go clockwise, the town is on your right and level countryside is on your left. I talk to myself as I go, into this digital recorder (edited below). ‘Suppose everything is just as it should be, already? Suppose everything goes on being just right,…

Amsterdam

I have a special relationship to Holland because Mulder is my surname and I  spent four months near Arnhem in 1947 staying with my supposed father's sister, Auntie Non. I've described that sojourn here In 2012 we took a break to Holland to celebrate our anniversary and her birthday. The other day I looked for…

From Etty, to God

". . . there is a remarkable woman who can give us vision and stability, who can help us to do good despite all the terror due to the Covid-19 virus. She speaks from another time of dread, the Holocaust." From her journal: "You cannot help us, but we must help You and defend Your…