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January 21, 2013 7:23 pm


The Desert Iris front cover overlaid iris 21.01‘The Desert Iris’ by Alicia Over(New book)

“The Desert Iris,” Annabel repeated.  “It is so pretty.  I shall pick some and take them home with me.”

   Greg grabbed her arm.  “You cannot do that.”  He was cross.  “The Desert Iris has only a few hours of life.  You have to make the most of it while you have it.”

   Annabel knew there was a double meaning to his words, they were intense and intended to make a lasting impression.

  She gazed at the little flower that was already wilting in her hand.  “I shall take it home and press it, and I will treasure it and remember where I was when it was given to me,” she told Greg.

“And remember my words too,” he replied as he walked away.

 

09 - Frank & Winnie on Empire Brent bright+20contrast+17‘Strangers in Chaotung’ by Winifred Hill(New book)

‘I especially remember Dr. Adler.  He had arrived at Bedford County (Hospital) during the war years, a Jewish refugee from Nazi Germany.  We were great friends and he always made the new young doctors feel at home when they first arrived.

     Frank appeared on the scene during the latter half of 1946, a young, shy, newly qualified doctor. 

     I can still picture Dr. Adler saying, ‘There you are Miss Hill, just the very man for you, with your interest in work overseas.’  ‘Oh no,’ I said, ‘don’t you dare try any match-making stunt.’

     Food was still rationed.  Fresh fruit, in particular, was difficult to obtain and from time to time I would purchase a special treat for the Housemen.   Hospital food for them was good but basic, and their salary really low.  Hence, on one occasion in the latter months of 1946, Frank became the recipient of a gorgeous red apple, my first gift to him.’

 

Natalie wedding photo‘Tobacco Wife’ by Natalie Wheatley(New book)

‘At dawn the BOAC plane landed in Northern Nigeria.  There were glimpses of horsemen, of dusky women in indigo blue robes and endless dry desert.  I drank some orange juice and tried to calm down, it was ten months since we had looked into each other’s faces.  Next stop was Ghana, traditionally known as the Gold Coast, but becoming accustomed to its new name since Independence in 1957.  We landed at Accra, and it was very hot, Michael was smiling, waiting on the tarmac.  He wore a brown linen bush jacket, shorts, white knee socks and chukka boots.  His blonde hair shone in the sunlight.  We were quite shy.

     “Gosh, you’ve lost weight,” he said admiringly.

     “Yes,” a bit coy but giggly, “Too much ice-cream in America.”

     It was a long time since our parting in Southampton docks.  The cardboard box containing my tissue-wrapped wedding gown was flung into the back of his muddy Chevrolet pick-up.

     “Mind,” breathlessly, “That’s my wedding dress.”  He carefully moved it out of the way of any oily pump and sacks of fertiliser.’

 

Samuel Pollard with wife & son 3cmW 200ppi‘Beyond the Clouds’ by Elliot Kendall – (Rare book)

Year – 1891  ‘The gloom of those early days was relieved by a very brightly shining star.  He met a young lady of the China Inland Mission, in Kunming, with whom he fell in love.  For a time he was desperately down-hearted and full of fear that the love was not mutual.  “Felt very miserable: didn’t know what to do.  Wrote Miss Hainge a short note.  Then felt easier and slept!”  For hours he was in agony of apprehension; “Didn’t I feel bad!  What a morning I spent! Got Back from service and found a note on my table.  All right!  Hallelujah!  The Glad Morning that healeth!  Oh! Sam Pollard! Tell it not in Gath!  Gone!  Irretrievably gone!  But I’m glad to be gone!”

     Within a few months they left together on the long journey to Chungking to get married, travelling nearly a thousand miles by horse and mountain chair to reach the nearest British Consulate, where marriages might be registered.’

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