Berlin Wall matted and framed
Order, with a “healthy dose of messiness” as requested.
A year ago on June 5th I posted about a day like no other after walking in support of those suffering from Crohn’s Disease and Ulcerative Colitis. Walking again today in the annual fundraising Gutsy Walk was also a day like no other but for a very different reason and with the disease symbol itself seeming to take on a very different meaning.
As I walked around Trout Lake in the sunshine here in Vancouver this morning with all those suffering from these crippling diseases together with their loved ones and supporters my thoughts were not only with them but also a few thousand miles away in Bermondsey, London where I lived, studied, worked and taught fifty years ago. How many times have I walked across London Bridge and how well I remember its re-opening in March 1973, which I blogged about last year.
And now another night of terror, pain and despair for too many has visited on that same bridge and on those same streets that I knew so well. There are really no more words other than to express my deepest sympathy and heartfelt condolences to families and friends who have lost loved ones, especially the family of Christine Archibald from here in British Columbia, Canada; and to wish all those recovering in those great London hospitals, a full recovery.
Oh how I wish I didn’t have to post this image again so soon after the attack in Manchester.
Dedicated to the memory of Jodi.
Homage to Sgt Pepper
When I read that today is Sgt Pepper Day, celebrating the 50th anniversary of the release of one of my favorite records of all time I remembered that the record that I bought fifty years ago lives in a box of vinyls in the basement of our house. Since it has been many years since I last took it out it seemed the perfect time to re-visit an old friend that was once so familiar to me. Like many of you I suspect, I knew all the words to all of the great songs, but one in particular left a lasting impression.
Listening to When I’m Sixty Four in 1967 it seemed to be so many years into the future that I couldn’t imagine ever being such an age. Now, fifty years later, I see sixty four in my rear view mirror by a few years. What happened? Well, I still have my Valentine and even my hair, but best of all beautiful “Grandchildren on my knee,” so “Who could ask for more.”
Enjoy John, Paul, George and Ringo from one of the greatest albums of all time…
…”They’re guaranteed to raise a smile“