It never ceases to amaze me how the Internet can bring the past into the present.
I've had a few exciting Internet surprises in the last couple of weeks.
First I googled my brother's name, just for fun. He passed away in 1984 after a brief battle with cancer, so to be able to find something on the 'net about him, 25 years later, was quite remarkable. He was a scout troup leader for many years, but, being the shy, retiring type, he never really told us too much about his scouting life. I discovered through the 'net that he actually started this particular scout troup -- we never knew that. I also found out that they have presented a trophy in his name every year since he died. I was so pleased and proud. Here are a couple of photos of him that I had never seen before:
This is him loading his dinghy on top of his car, back in the '80s, as the scouts were getting ready for their summer camp.
Here he is eating with some of the boys.
He passed away only months after these photos were taken.
Then I heard from 'Maggie' -- a playmate of mine from 55 years ago!
She used to live on Flamborough Head, in Yorkshire, U.K. where I lived with my family for many years.
She just recently came across this photo posted on my sister's blog, and left a comment with her email address, so we have been corresponding -- how exciting!
This is me and Maggie sitting on the edge of the cliffs
Finally, my sister just 'met up' on line with 'Nicky', at her blog
Nicky has recently moved to Flamborough Head, all the way from New Zealand, and she is posting some beautiful photos that are making me and my sister Homesick for Flamborough all over again!
So these Flamborough photos are for Nicky and for Maggie:
This is me and my cousin, Pete, taken at Little Thornwick Bay, Flamborough Head
also 55 years ago. It still looks pretty much the same -- although Pete and I don't!
This is the very spot where our house used to be, right at the edge of the golf course where my dad was the manager, and right at the edge of the cliff. It had to be demolished because of the danger of eroding cliffs
And this is me, sitting on the water tank, outside our house --
again, 55 years ago!
So, for all the negative aspects of the Internet, I am pleased to be able to post the results of what have turned out to be a few positive experiences for me -- reliving old memories, and making and reviving friendships.
Our lives are like a patchwork quilt; a work of art by a Master Designer. Life is made up of joys and sorrows; good times and bad; excitement and the daily grind. The underside of the 'quilt of life' seems to have little or no design, but the finished product is truly a masterpiece, and is the joy of the Creator.
Here is a place for me to share the 'patches' that make up my life. it may not look too great right now -- but I trust the One who is "working all things together for good" in it, will be pleased with the end result!
I am 72 years old. When I was a child, I was told by my art teacher in primary school that I would never be able to draw - so for 60 years I never tried!
Thanks to some great encouragement from my sister, a number of years ago, I actually tried - and discovered that I actually do have a bit of talent.
Art is a work of creation, that we inherited from our Creator. It is in our DNA in one form or another. I don't do as much as I would like to, but I will post my attempts, from time to time.
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