Author’s Note…

Well, I reckon I was took by surprise to see a Black Squirrel in my garden recently, and the little fella has been back several times for the food I set out for the small guys. Now, I thought Squirrels only came in grey and red (if you were lucky) but taking a shot on the Internet it seems there’d be quite common in my area. Well, that’s a first for me! Need to get the camera out on this one…

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Author’s Note…Snap Around Inside…

Guess I’m kinda proud of my Amaryllis that has flowered for a fifth year in my small apartment. Now, I’m no plant grower, so give me a computer any day, but this must be some sort of record, cause most folks, I understand, throw them after the first flowering, thinking well, that’s gotta be it! So I reckon, I must be doing something right in the horticultural world.

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Author’s Note…

Back to Back catch-up episodes of ‘The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp’ are available @ patrick-callaghan.blogspot.co.uk

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Author’s Note…

You know, when you’ve got family and friends, you just have to show’em off once in a while. Mine are no exception. From the left is Steve Redding, Cullum Callaghan, Anya Callaghan, Adrian Callaghan (Aige) Jenny Coles and Shannon McGivern… And you know, they are about the best friends a guy could have. Ok, some you lose along the way, but you take root and hang on in there…In tribute to dear Jan 1945 – 2018

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The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp…

Episode 66… The Farewell  (Part Two)

‘Father!…Mother!’ Tears began to well up within Charles. He rushed forward and hugged them both as they stood up to greet him. They were just how he remembered them…. Pictured exactly, those long ago years.

‘Son, it’s wonderful to see you again.’ Frank Hepworth stood back, then shook his son’s hand vigorously. He was a slightly rounded man of medium height, nearing his early fifties. A man who sported a magnificent handle-bar moustache.

He looked at his father. It was inside his mind what he would say. He had struggled to recite it to himself, over and over. Now, the words, just would not come. Charles garbled something, then suddenly his confusion was gone. He realised in that moment, he was being supported by Rebecca once more.

He sat beside them on that ornate seat. The feeling of joy was overwhelming. They talked and talked and smiled together, over so much that had been missed.

Finally and apprehensively, Charles said. ‘Will you return with me… To our time. Our time together?’ Deep down he knew this was not possible, but he asked in lost hope.

Softly his mother replied: ‘We cannot my dear son. I think you already know that. Our course is only a single passage. But in time. You will know this passage and you will recognize it without pain. At the end of your voyage, you will meet us again, and we will be together once more. We know this, because Rebecca has told us so.’ She looked deep into his eyes. She could read his thoughts. ‘There is nothing for you to worry yourself with. We are happy. You must accept the present and meet it as a man like yourself would.’

His eyes began to glaze over. Thoughts raced in his mind. ‘I can’t just let you go like this.’ His voice sobbed wantonly, he looked at them.

Then their images were gone, and he was quite alone once more. He sat for some moments in order to collect his thoughts. In that time, he again heard Rebecca’s voice. “Charles, listen to me. I have given you this window into life beyond our earthly existence. You must accept this for what it is. You have many years to live your life to the full with Esme and your friends. You will because you have my blessing.”

Her voice quietened his thoughts. “You will live your life in the simple satisfaction of understanding that there is no apprehension in life now and your life thereafter.”

He did not remember how he had returned to the small bedroom that overlooked Moscow road. This did not seem to be questionable. He could feel the warmth of Esme gently sleeping beside him, unaware, it seemed of his adventure. She was warm to their bed. He stroked her gently and she gave a gentle sigh, just as if she had been there always. This was where he wanted to be. He knew this instinctively. To spend his life with this beautiful creature would mean true happiness for him. Sunlight began to peep through a small gap in their curtained bedroom window. The morning had arrived heralding a new day and fresh new life.

Charles sighed to himself. “You have worked your spell Rebecca. You have kept your earthly promise. You are truly a wonderment.”  Slowly and gently, he fell into a deep and rewarding sleep.

 

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Snap Around… Special Feature

Recently, I had the wonderful opportunity to make a visit to Britain’s Wartime Code Breaking establishment of Bletchley Park near Milton Keynes. So clutching my Chinon/Kodak camera and accompanied by six other members of the family we headed for Milton Keynes. In the operational days of Bletchley Park, Milton Keynes was just a small nearby Village and not the City we know of today. Bletchley Park…This most secret of places was made up of a Grand Manor House surrounded by heavy woodland in the heart of rural England, then coupled with dozens of disguised wooden out buildings and where hundreds of specially trained service and civilian personnel would painstakingly decode German communications.

Today, the site is a national museum, open to the public, and the price of a one-off ticket will give you a year of free membership entry.

Ok, there has been much written on this subject and a movie, so I guess, I won’t go down the technical road, remembering the Director saying: “I’m not making a documentary. I’m making a film!” So, I’m just wanting my readers to enjoy a couple of delightful shots that I took of this glorious setting, that’s there to be enjoyed by all, who enter this very personal step in time.

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Back to Back catch-up episodes of ‘The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp’ are available @ patrick-callaghan.blogspot.co.uk

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Snap Around… Looking Back

Lovers by the lake at St. Albans. You know, there are times when you remember a glorious summer and the moments when you simply sat and chatted with a very dear friend…

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The Shriving of Miss Esme Stamp…

Episode 65…Rebecca’s Spell… The Farewell (Part One)

The blackness began to clear. He found himself in the park. The green park he had seen from his bedroom window. He felt Rebecca was with him, but could not see her and yet her gentle voice was inside his mind. Sunshine, now spread down upon him and wrapped his body and face with pleasing warmth.

“Just walk Charles, until you reach the Garden of Remembrance, soon to be within your view.” Rebecca’s voice guided his footsteps forward. “You will know, when you have reached it. Your parents will be there. Just waiting for you. Waiting to give you their love. They will listen to your thoughts.”

He walked on, quickening his step. Then, apprehension filled his head. “What would he say to them. How should he greet them. What could he say. “No! He would be himself. That’s how Rebecca would want him to be.”  Her voice now inside his mind. “Yes, he would be himself. That’s what they would expect of him. Yes, of course.”

The path in front of him began to curve slightly to his left, fearing he would soon be nearing the Garden of Remembrance. A bead of sweat ran down from his forehead and then down one side of his cheek.”It’s this dammed sunshine” he argued himself.

The path, then forked to the right, and yet, he felt he had to stay with its left. Tall high green hedging now formed his way. Then, suddenly there was an opening to his left. He stopped for a moment to pull his thoughts together and catch his breath. Then with courage… He stepped though its aperture.

It was a beautiful garden, massed of colour and light. Every blossoming flower he had ever known feasted upon his eyes. A march of variety adorned every corner of this somehow tranquil eclipse.

In its far distant corner and surrounded by its high lush green hedging, sat two figures, upon an ornately carved marble seat.

Here were those he knew and loved. Here were his loving and caring parents.

 

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Happy Memories of Earlier Television…

You know, there is one TV western show I never tire of watching. With my clutch of the first three series and series four and five on route from the US… Rawhide has for me, to be about the most enjoyable outing from around that era of the sixties cowboys.

It made household names out of Eric Fleming, Clint Eastwood, ‘Sheb’ Wooley and of course Paul Brinegar as the lovable Wishbone. I watched ‘Wishbone’ in a recent ‘Knight Rider’ and really, little had changed, aside from a change of clothes and the lack of a gun and holster!

It must have been a colossal undertaking in terms of production. To keep a large cast of actor drovers, hundreds of wandering cattle, in conditions of extreme heat and dust, and to get the actors and cattle, all to play their part just as scripted must have been a truly mammoth task and one, that clearly required a high level of talent and discipline to make it work so well.

Singer Frankie Laine, with his memorable opening title song ‘Rawhide’ was to become a smash hit, earning him a star role in one episode, as a likeable and sympathetic character  of the team.

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