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A reminder…
….that I exist! I’ve been trying to write more about Patty but it isn’t coming easily so I might have to postpone “Patty 3” and write something else! (Sorry!) Soon, I hope x
Who are you?
Hi. Just a quickie. Every day I look to see how many people have looked at my blog posts. Today I can see that five of my posts have been read or, rather, two people have read my second blog … Continue reading
Patty, the white haired woman’s white haired mother, Part 2
We arrived in London in 1958. Within a year or so of our arrival, Patty decided that the bags under her eyes were just too bad for a woman in her late thirties so she would have plastic surgery to … Continue reading
Sciatica! OMG!
Ouch! Eight or nine years ago I had this ache in my left buttock which was not particularly bad but a bit bothersome and sometimes when I was walking it caused me a bit of pain. I had osteopathy, … Continue reading
Oh, how annoying it is sometimes!
Earlier today I posted a blog about my mother but there was a big glitch with the photos so I removed it, reworked it and re-published it about two hours later. The new one is on the website ( http://www.whitehairedwoman.com … Continue reading
Patty – The White Haired Woman’s White Haired Mother – Part One
As I believe I said in an earlier post, Patty was born into a well-to-do family in the early twenties of the twentieth century. How it became a well-to-do family is, at least partly, as a result of the American … Continue reading
Just a quickie! Before and After
(After I was seventeen and before I was seventy.) I thought I’d add these two photos to your consciousness. The first is a painting by my sister, Jennie, who is an artist – as you can tell. The second is … Continue reading
Some photos I should have published but only just found. An added extra!!
All these photos were taken when I was around 17. The two in the strapless, floaty dress were taken just before I went to the prom. The others were taken by a family friend, Dr. K. Hirsch. With the above … Continue reading
“Where does SHE come from?”, Part Four
It was the ‘Swinging Sixties’, I was twenty years old. Looking back at myself, fifty four years later, I realise what a child I still was but, then, I thought I was a ‘grown-up’. I had just failed to get … Continue reading
“Where does SHE come from?” Part Three
My second year at Central High was similar to my first, not very good educationally but fun otherwise. The school had a room which we could use at lunchtime to sit around, listen to records, chat to our friends, even … Continue reading