Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday evening I'd a second visit to church in five days when attending a Commemoration of the Faithful Departed service at St Michael's Church in East Ardsley. My previous attendance in a congregation occurring last Wednesday when I attended the funeral of my great aunt Rosa, in Ossett. Both magnificent 'old school' churches, Wednesday's place... Continue Reading →
I had a rare venture to church yesterday afternoon. A service to celebrate those who've passed and whose funerals had taken place at the venue during the previous twelve months. Amongst those being celebrated my father Malcolm. Amid the throng of similarly bereaved families, my mother, me and several family friends lit a candle for... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting having lunch alfresco as I quill this quixotic qualitied chronicle. A mushroom and ham pizza, along with a refreshing cider shandy with ice the accomplices to my crime against literature. Unlike an egg, you can't beat an mushroom and ham pizza - A topping invented by god because he found a meat feast... Continue Reading →
An old acquaintance, who contacted me to send their condolences after hearing of my father's passing on Wednesday, recommended an effective way of dealing with grief is to occupy my mind with a distraction. He's never had to deal with the passing of a close family member but on his recent college course one of... Continue Reading →