Other than beer, there were three things that my Dad cooked. One was stovies, another soda scones and the third, tattie scones. My mother claimed she couldn't bake anything, let alone scones. Realistically though, neither of these scones were never baked - baking happens in the oven, right? Rather, they are cooked on a girdle … Continue reading Dad’s Famous Tattie Scones
I must have been seven or eight. We had been away for the weekend. I don’t recall the reason. I suspect it was the annual trip to the agricultural show at Gonubie outside East London (South Africa). For a number of years after we moved to Grahamstown, this was a regular thing. Dad judged the … Continue reading The big (beer) bang
This week, had he still been around, we'd be celebrating my father's eighty-seventh birthday. This week, had he still been around, we'd be celebrating my father's eighty-seventh birthday. Dad_Beer_70 Dad enjoying his favourite tipple, (warm) beer on his 70th birthday. He was born at home, in Auldburn Road, Glasgow, the fifth of five children.
Both my parents grew up in the UK in the Second World War: Mum in Oxford, where her mother took in evacuees and then later also billeted soldiers. Dad grew up in Glasgow, and with his sister, Belle, evacuated to a poultry farm . Consequently, we grew up constantly hearing, "waste not, want not". Little was thrown … Continue reading Waste not, want not – I
Milestones tend to get one thinking and reflecting. When I posted There's a Mouse in the House, I was astounded when WordPress congratulated me on my 20th post! Today is a milestone: my 21st post. It also got me thinking about how I celebrated turning 21. I chose to have a garden party - at home. And thinking about … Continue reading 21 Today!