Tom was nearly seven, such a happy little boy. Like all children of his age, he loved to play, go to school and just do all the things little boys do. The one thing about Tom, he was a trier. No matter what he was asked to do, he would always do his best. He wasn’t very good at schoolwork but he always tried very hard. His mummy and daddy didn’t mind that he wasn’t very good at anything. As long as he did his best, that w...
At 1.00 am on the 6th May 1941 a German bomb made a direct hit on the Apollo Picture House, reducing it to rubble. On hearing the news, I, just turned seven, cried all that day. Not the Apollo, where my visions of life, truth, or fantasy, were just coming alive. It just couldn’t be. Not the Apollo, where ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’, had thrilled and delighted me, and I’d sung “Hi. Ho. Hi. Ho,” all the way home on th...
"Picture of a Monarch" Fluttering gently, all around Landing right in front of me, not making a sound This beauty is amazing. It has so much power. I stop in my tracks, to view a Monarch on a flower. Wings of bright orange. Petals of bright pink This sure beats any poster at the mall, I think. But the sight is so ephemeral. I know it won't last. So I run in to get my camera. I have to be fast! Fragile and velvety. Don't f...
