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Anne Yarwood

EMPTY NEST: au revoir

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We may think we know what to expect at significant times in our lives. Then wow! It’s here. It’s happening. Brain shoved aside by gut, fuelled by an incoming tide from the unconscious.

Recently our younger daughter collected HER younger daughter from school, for the last time. “I felt SAD; nineteen years of taking to & and from schools.” As grandparents, seeing grandchildren off to a first paid job and to Uni, we can only recall that mixture of relief from responsibility, pride, emptiness… years ago,now. And what of those whose children have scant hope of grabbing this first rung of adulthood? Twiggy nest crammed full.

“Richard’s (or whosoever) got his eye on the ball, and he SHOOTS.” Or, The debacle of the England Manager

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My husband’s call got on my wick, when our children were young. In fact it’s a great cry for the injunction: focus.. prep… ACT.

Raised in the weekly Sacred Time  of the Footie results …Vernons maybe…my Dad and me were acolytes before the radio results’ intonation…Bolton  Wanderers 4, West Bromwich Albion 2… Ooh I MISSED that with you two talking!! As if we Dared!  Ever the hope to win, Lil stayed faithful to the Game. That hope alongside her Co-op Divi. being her sole, her-own money.  And onwards, playing football, watching football. Chuffing one another in the family about My Team’s results. And just recently … Well now !! ..SHAME!  Alongside trillions of players, fans and no doubt sufferers…I am pained in my guts.




Planting Tulips : with Browning in mind

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Oh! to live on the Berkshire Surrey borders,
Now that the tulip bulb adverts call.
And the lawns still call for a cut, and outside paintwork looks flakey, and downstairs loo’s sprung a leak, and into the house the GPO plops good cause festive cards, daily.
And do I hear a distant snare-drum swishing out ‘Aleppo’ ?


Fleet Images

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James Bibey is a local Photographer who takes his pictures in the dark of night.

Paul Matthews, poet and teacher of creative writing, in his book ‘Words in Place’ suggests using the discipline of Haiku: focused observation displayed succinctly.

‘Small nose-level fly,
Became far distance Swallow,
When eye gazed high’

(HAIKU format – 3 lines comprising 5, 7, 5 syllables each)

Ascent Gallery

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The pictures are of people involved in the ASCENT Network activities 2014 -2016 and also of Anne’s house and garden in Ascot.

Ascot Gallery

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The pictures are of people involved in the ASCENT Network activities 2014 -2016 and also of Anne’s house and garden in Ascot.

Kindle : to arouse, awaken, ignite…

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This house holds lots of books. Many are my father’s. He sustained his life by reading after a car accident which took mobility and a job from him. One moment’s distraction; a mother dashing to collect a child from school. Surrounded by books as we are.. I thought a Kindle superfluous. THEN I found PAGES of free poetry collections = a legit. Spend !!  And of course, succumbed to book buys. ” The Somme” Hugh Sebag Montefiore.
Me, once more IGNITED.

Tea Parties

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Here’s today’s table for Grandpa’s tea party. Memories of long ago parties…jellies in waxed paper dishes…red and green. Lots of balloons, crackers, paper hats sliding down over small heads. And my mother-in-law Belle’s glorious table, set with starched embroidered clothes and napkins and those three tiered cake plates, piled high with home made cakes. And my mum..always had  “a nice bit of cake, to cut into”. She’d sit at the dropped-down front of the small kitchen cabinet, four-sided metal flour-sieve above her head. Lilian’s weekly Friday bake was either walnut, cherry or seedy cakes; puffing away at her cut-in-half Woodie ( Woodbines), pin stuck into its base. Smoked to its utmost. We had seedy, or walnut, or cherry…all  with that touch of ciggie ash. For these mothers, a “proper” tea was loving us. They had lived through a sugarless war.


Tony Duet

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99 years of living: Mr.Tony Duet

To achieve Ninety Years is becoming commonplace..

What array of feelings does a nonagenarian contain, as the Century approaches?

Answers from Tony’s Memoir in a few weeks time, on our STORY section…

Entitled “an Elder’s story offering a pin-hole into a peep- show of life in the 1930s during and after World War II”