Memories are made of this

I'm glad I commenced interviewing the residents of a small town in Finedon; it doesn't feel like six years since I began my project as a scribe
Some might have thought me presumtious. I lived in a close knit community where there felt cohesion and everyone seemed to fit into the jigsaw called village life; I still think of Finedon as a village. There's a green, opposite the infants, where my children gained their foundations with regards to living a decent life.
My own mum, being blind from birth, was accomodated for a few weeks before being sent away to boarding school.
I'm glad that children with disabilites are now taught at their local schools; where I'm sure that there is a better chance of 'fitting in'
and being part of the equation called life rather than living in isolation.

I feel fortunate to have Stanwick Lakes where, in warmer weather, my dog Henry and myself spend time.

The stories I share with you are in memory of my father and lost paternal family; and of course my beautiful, clever mum.