Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
For fifty plus springtides the middle Sunday in March afforded my siblings (Ian, Helen) and me opportunity to bestow a well-earned thank you to our much-loved mum (Maggie). A warm, funny, caring, and loving parent who, along with our equally admirable father, ensured our fledgling years were awash with encouragement, positivity, laughter, and security. The... Continue Reading →
Mother's Day - For over fifty springtimes a March day affording my siblings (Ian, Helen) and me opportunity to bestow a well-earned thank you to our much-loved mum. A warm, caring and loving parent who, along with our equally admirable father, underpinned our fledgling years; ensuring we entered adulthood equipped to bequeath similar qualities upon... Continue Reading →
Mother's Day has been and gone. With the family matriarch edging towards her seventh week in a stroke ward, there wasn't opportunity for my siblings or me to spend the day in the company of mater. Consequently, thanks to COVID edicts, our gratitude, love and reverence for the old lady had to be delivered via... Continue Reading →
On Sunday I ventured to York with my wife Karen, visiting the home of our son Jonathon. Our eldest offspring inviting us east along the A64 for Mother's Day luncheon. A welcome extended to treat his mater to a flavoursome meal, as opposed to the bland fodder he opines ordinarily grace his parent's kitchen table, regardless... Continue Reading →
Despite it still being March, yesterday's pleasant West Yorkshire temperatures allowed for our family Mother's Day roast dinner to be consumed alfresco. The sunny temperate weather enabling my wife, adult children, my parents and I to sit comfortably at the patio table, whilst we chewed the fat...... I knew I should have bought a leaner cut of meat! Only kidding, the... Continue Reading →