Poor Old Girl reaches 60

Yes, that would be me! It seems like my 21st Birthday was yesterday. I lived in Blandford Dorset, newly married, life was new and exciting. My husband baked me a coconut cake while I was at work. He prepared it during his morning NAAFI break, put it in a cake tin, then went home and cooked it during his lunch break. Bless him! It was delicious.

My next big Birthday was 40! We lived in Parker Colorado. We’d only lived in the U.S. for two years, life was exciting. My husband took me to a great Italian restaurant called Pasta’s. It was wonderful!

Now here I am, SIXTY! I live in Franktown, Colorado. Love my home! Life is still exciting. My daughter and her husband took us to “The Old Stone Church” in Castle Rock. We drank champagne and had a lovely evening.

Not sure when my next big Birthday is…..maybe it will be when I hit 100!  I can tell you one thing for sure though, life will  still be exciting!birthday


Celebrating a wonderful daughter

On September 30th 1984, a child was born, in the British Military Hospital of Iserlohn, Germany. My child! That was almost thirty years ago. Today we are having an early celebratory lunch because she will be spending the thirtieth anniversary of her birth in Germany where her husband is currently working. I can’t think of any place better. She may not be in Iserlohn, and the British Military Hospital may not even exist anymore, but it’s still a wonderful place to celebrate.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter!

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To This!

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It’s great being a mum!

Below is a link to a story I wrote about my time in Germany before my daughter was born. I’ve been told its a fun read, it was certainly fun to write.

Dead of July – A German Ghost Story


Yes it is a song by Kool and the Gang and it went like this.

My one and only child was due to be born on October 3rd 1984, I knew she would come early.

We lived in Germany, just outside of Dortmund, and on September 29th, I knew my baby was impatient to be born.

I went to bed that evening, but didn’t sleep long because the contractions started at around three in the morning. I tried several times to wake up my husband, but he just kept putting his arms around me and saying go back to sleep. GREAT!

Eventually, I got up and had a bath, it felt good. I got dressed, got my things together and went back into the bedroom at around eight o clock to wake up my sleeping husband. When he saw me standing there with my clothes on he got the message and showered at the speed of light. In no time at all we were on our way to BMH Iserlohn, the local Military Hospital. No one believed I had gone into labor because I was so very calm. Something kicks in with me in that type of situation, it’s like I am tranquilized. I just become serene.

It wasn’t a quick birth, in fact I was in labor all day while my husband sat and watched, drinking tea and being served meals by the nurses. I laughed, joked and breathed my way through the pain until it got unbearable. At around 4:30 I decided natural childbirth was not for me and I asked for something to ease the pain. The nurse came in and looked at me. “Too late now, I see the head”

They took me into the delivery room where my lovely baby girl was born at around ten past five in the afternoon.

Here she is 28 years later. I am a proud mother. She is beautiful, ambitious and extremely smart. Joanna, I love you!

Yes, she did get her name from the Kool and the Gang song. It was perfect and it suited her. 28 years later and she is still loved just as much as the day that she was born.