My precious memories ....

Like all of us I have many precious memories that encompass my own previous years as well as some very precious memories of my parents and friends. By using this blog I would like to share some of these with you, the reader.

In particular, my Dad, was a great diarist whom I have never been able to emulate. He wrote prolifically over the years up to and including some of the last days of his life. I remember as a child how every night he would get his diary down from a shelf by his chair in the sitting room and begin to write up the days events. No matter how busy or what was happening in his life, notes would be written to record the events of his day. Each year that current diary would be completed and placed with all the others and a new one begun. It was only after my mother's passing, and many years have now since passed, that I feel able to sit down and pour over his words.

During my Dad's lifetime he wrote many words but especially during the second world war when he was interned by the Japanese in Indonesia. In fact, in his latter years he wanted to put together a book about his experiences but never really accomplished this. So, it came to me that rather than transposing his words into book format I might try to use modern technology (how he would have loved to done this!) and attempt in some small way to use his notes to portray life as he saw it. To this end I will post various chapters of his 'book'. I hope you will not only enjoy reading about another age but learn and take forward renewed hope too.