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It would have been our anniversary today. We lived together for years before we married. I painted him when I was about 20 and he still sits in this painting looking out at me. I did a lot of drawings and portraits of him over the years, I am glad there are visible memories of him.

What will happen when I go? Who knows what my relatives will want to do with all my art? Will a local museum take them, or will they just get skipped? I don’t know, I won’t be here but I would like to have some recognition. The trouble is I’m very eclectic, I paint for my self in these images. Ah well, more questions…

Aberfan disaster

What major historical events do you remember?

The Aberfan disaster was the catastrophic collapse of a colliery spoil tip on 21 October 1966. The tip had been created on a mountain slope above the Welsh village of Aberfan, near Merthyr Tydfil, and overlaid a natural spring. (Wikipedia)

I was very young and I remember coming downstairs and hearing the evening news on the television. What upset me the most was that the children that died were my age. It scared and upset me. School children were buried below the collapsed spoil heap. I was very frightening.

Ripples

Ripples remembered on the beach at Rhyl. Memories of walking on that beach as a child. The gently sloping beach would allow you to walk in shallow water as the tide came in or went out. I remember walking over those ridges that were quite hard, my little feet could feel them, they don’t flatten as your weight goes onto them if you are a child. Rhyl beach is long and wide when the tide is out. When I was small I wandered off to paddle in the sea. But when I turned round I couldn’t see my family anywhere. It was before I found out I needed glasses and it was only a kind person who took me to the lifeguard station where they used the tannoy that helped me to get reunited. On the same holiday I think I wandered into someone else’s caravan because it looked like ours? I must have been about six as I got glasses aged seven.

Red

Red is my favourite colour. It was never pink. I had a red dress with white dots on it when I was little. I loved the shade of it. Bright red, cadmium red probably.

I’ve always loved autum leaves when they are red. There is something about the transformation from green. And I love copper beech trees, and strawberry jelly. And having my hair dyed red.. Yes I just love that colour.

Many moons ago

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In a time when photos

were printed on paper,

and swords

were made of cardboard

and silver foil.

Hooped earrings were in fashion,

And bangles jingled.

I wore an eyepatch on my glasses

and pretended to be

Long John Silver,

or Captain Hook,

Red beard

or some other rapskallion…

Oh what fun!

To be young again,

and silly…