Brenda

Yesterday I was deeply saddened to learn the nonagenarian grandmother of my good friend (Samantha) had passed away. As would be expected, the granddaughter grief stricken when delivering her stark news via telephone. Sam’s forebear Brenda spent ninety plus years wandering this vale of tears. Those four score and ten plus summers played out around…

Oh Heck!

Last night, while meandering aimless through what’d been up to that juncture a pretty mundane dream, my night visions verve was upped a notch by a visit from my Great Uncle Hector’s ghost. Initially I didn’t recognise my late forebear as his face was masked by a cricket helmet. His identity only unveiled when he…

Countdown

Two days until family and friends say an official adieu to my mum at the matriarch’s funeral service. A day when we’ll give thanks to, and for, the wonderful force of nature who touched our lives with unconditional love, warmth, hilarity and generosity of spirit. Wednesday one of celebration for a lady who spent eighty…

Sunday Serenity

It’s a long time since I’ve wandered along the unpredictable and opinion dividing literary corridors of poetry writing. Today, though, inspired by an absolutely beautiful sonnet written by my brother Ian for our mother’s funeral service, I thought I’d once again tentatively revisit the marmite genre I frequently penned around 4-5 years ago. To clarify,…

Matriarchal Mutterings

This narrative is a continuation of my week long vignettes relating to my recently deceased mum. Bearing the same writing format of part fiction based on fact running throughout each essay, all of these monologues are edited amalgamations of prose previously published on my website strachan.blog . A piece penned on 29th March 2020…… During…

Maternal Memories – The Prequel Sequel

Collated as tributes to my mum who passed twelve days ago, over the previous few days my daily blogs’ve been an amalgam of essays written about unreliable memories relating to the matriarch. As highlighted in a prologue to those pieces, these are partly fictional tales based on fact, were the names of the innocent were…

Maternal Memories – The Prequel

Yesterday my 2,500th blog was written to include partly fictional memories (based on fact) of my recently deceased mother Maggie. These unreliable, tongue-in-cheek recollections embellished with large swathes of silliness to bolster the jocularity of the plot lines. Finding a revisit of these literary vignettes cathartic during this emotionally draining time, I’ve decided to share…

Maternal Memories – The Sequel

Earlier today I shared a trio of old blogs in tribute to my recently deceased mother – These partly fictional journals, based on fact, a record of the familial matriarch. Anyhow as I’ve a wealth of this type of reverential maternal insights, I thought I’d share another trinity of previously penned deferential posts. This piece…

Maternal Memories

Today’s literary offering is the 2,500th blog I’ve written and published on my website strachan.blog . To celebrate this achievement I enclose a trio of pieces from the scores I’ve penned about my recently passed mother Maggie during the six years since yours truly started scribbling these journals. The trinity of essays below are partly…