Your descriptions of street signs reminds me of my trip to Wales in 1974. In the first the town I visited, home to an elderly couple who befriended me and my traveling companion on the last train of Saturday night rushing toward its final destination, I saw a street sign that read WATKIN’, my name without the final “s”. I asked our hosts if that’s the Welch spelling and was informed, not exactly: absence of the “s” signified higher social status. Ha! I thought.
Your descriptions of street signs reminds me of my trip to Wales in 1974. In the first the town I visited, home to an elderly couple who befriended me and my traveling companion on the last train of Saturday night rushing toward its final destination, I saw a street sign that read WATKIN’, my name without the final “s”. I asked our hosts if that’s the Welch spelling and was informed, not exactly: absence of the “s” signified higher social status. Ha! I thought.
Very sorry for your loss Virginia. To your father: Go Jackets, and thank you for your service sir.
I've enjoyed your writing for years and when I saw your latest book, The Fabric of Civilization, I bought it. Love it! Spinsters! Who knew!
So sorry for your loss. May his memory be a blessing.
Condolences, and may he rest in peace.
I’m sorry for the loss of your father. He sounds like a wonderful man.
“ . . . the Lamb of God . . . a seemingly a religious sign that is as much a commercial brand as an Apple with a bite out of it.“ Brilliant!
Your father's sounds like a life very well lived, Virginia. Sincere condolences.
Sorry to hear of your loss, Virginia.
Yep, very nice writeup by your brother.