HOME LEARNING

 

HOME LEARNING

When raiders came they hid. The family was in peril from both sides – blue didn’t marry green in the border lands.

No school would accept their blue-green children so Ma taught them their letters, and that God was God whatever one’s religion.

Pa’s lessons were more practical – tending the animals, sowing and harvesting, swimming in the carefully maintained ditches. They needed that skill now.

In the deepest ditch they floated silently amongst the reeds. When the torches came too close they sank beneath the surface, breathing through hollow reeds and praying that the God of Everyone would bring peace.

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I have never understood how anyone can believe that religion justifies war. It is, in my opinion, terrorism masquerading as religion, though there will be those who disagree with me. That's fine too - civilised discussion is the proper way to air, and to celebrate, differences.

Enough of politics. Rochelle's choice of another of my photos must have wafted across the Atlantic to me, as I've been AWOL from FF for a few weeks. I have been working on my next novel, the first draft of which, I am pleased to say, I have finally managed to complete. It's title is - probably - 'The Two Wives of Steven Blake'. Now 'all' I have to do is reread it, expand it, and edit, edit, edit!!

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The photograph is one of a group I took in a Glow Wild display three years ago, along with some of the last photos of my husband, so it holds poignantly happy memories.

Here is another one of us with our granddaughter.