Again an area in England that we did not visit. Our closest approach was taking the ferry to France from Dover. A lovely service and the hymns just what anyone would have wanted on the quiet Sunday after all the busyness of Advent and then Christmas Eve/Christmas Day. When I was a child we never missed a Sunday at our Church except when we were on summer holidays but then we went to Church where we were on holiday. It is part of my makeup really following the Church Season in my mind as we go from Advent through to Trinity. I do love the Seasons of the Church Year. For a while though it was the School Year in my childhood although mostly dominated by the Church Year. I think of all the times that I spent away from home but being in Church was my happiest time. I never liked school particularly. In Grade one I was punished for reading after I completed the extremely simple arithmetic sheet and thought it would be okay to read. It wasn't and my little hands were strapped with a ruler. I think I was meant to cry but I had all those brothers and I was still in the thought that one doesn't cry like that but she suddenly realized that she had hit me for long enough. I really disliked that year! Some of the other years had good points but mostly when I graduated from University at 20 I was really happy to be finished with education at that time. I always loved working even if the people I worked for or with were difficult; there is just something very soothing and rewarding in doing projects. I actually went and helped at my children's school (both of them) and did my proofreading at night on those days to make up the time. It was interesting as one forgets how little you actually learn in a day in the early years of school. But then I am a life long learner always wanting to learn something new and interesting to fill my waking hours. Learning is a skill of Homo sapiens and I am always amazed when it isn't the most important thing to people.
The Companion Charting Book is finished; I am content with it and it is up on my portion of the server. I will add it to the website so that it is findable. I found an old picture of my maternal grandfather and replaced the one that I had as he was older in that picture (although it was my mother's favourite picture of him) that I had originally used. It suits more the younger picture of my grandmother when she was 21 and this picture of John Routledge Pincombe he is just into his 30s I think. He was fourteen years older than my grandmother.
The picture is a little fuzzy; not quite as crisp as the one I was using but the age difference not so noticeable as in the later picture of him coming out of the barn:
But this was the father that my mother remembered as it was taken a couple of years before he passed away at 53 years (so very young). She was eight years of age when he passed.
I did work away on the Pincombe-Pinkham Newsletter and will get that published today as well and the next is the Blake Newsletter due on the 1st of January 2025.
Perhaps we will go shopping today as it is raining and our snow is being melted away although probably not all of it as there is snow promised later in the week.
Teatime and solitaire games to begin the wakeup for the brain!
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