Recollections of my Father

AT SOME POINT in the 1950s, to the excitement of my three sisters and I, Dad ordered Woman’s Weekly magazine to be delivered to our house each Wednesday. We soon learned it wasn’t anything worth holding your breath for. The zingiest bit was the washed-out pink and blue cover. The rest could never live up to such sheer lack […]

Planting roots in Hammerfest – Part One

FROM THE VERY first moment I rose nervously to stand on my own two feet, solely to show my father my chubby little legs were capable of  tottering  across the living room carpet and into the safe haven of my mother’s beckoning arms a couple of steps away, I began planning the long journey to Hammerfest in […]