Getting distracted

I have just returned home after a weekend in Canberra and I decided I needed to do some decluttering in my workroom.  Not sure why I decided to do this today but that was what happened.  For those of you who have seen my workroom you will be well aware that I have accumulated a…

The Twa Corbies. . . .

I was pondering how we had to learn poetry when we were at school and it was still something that was happening in my first few years as a teacher.  Unfortunately, or some would say fortunately, poetry recital is no longer fashionable.  As I have said in previous posts it always used to surprise me…

Tuesday travels. . . National Railway Museum York

We had visited York on our first trip to the UK in 2003 but we didn’t visit the National Railway Museum so we were insistent that we visit on our trip in 2012.  We were lucky because my brother and sister-in-law were staying in a house swap in Yorkshire and we spent several days with…

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My father was always one to have a line of poetry for any aspect or situation in life.  He seemed to have an amazing memory for lines of poetry he had learnt at school.  After leaving school his favourite poet was Ella Wheeler Wilcox.  She published several books in the 1920s. I was delighted to…