Writing For Joy

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Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Sad news

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We are sad to announce that Gladys (our mum) passed away on 28th January at the grand old age of 92. Though dementia robbed her of many rece...
Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Pain is the Spur — short story by Gladys Hobson (G B Hobson)

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Pain is the Spur Freda read the damning remarks written with the appraiser’s red pen, which had been applied — with a generosi...
Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Early Spring In Our Garden — observed from our windows and doors.

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Early Spring In Our Garden — observed from our windows and doors. Since this blog is called, “Writing For Joy,” it might be ...
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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Our Time in Lindal 1969-1983 — Gladys Hobson

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Our Time in Lindal 1969-1983 Sixteen years of village life, So many changes we have seen 
In brick and stone, and mortal...
Friday, July 20, 2012

The Seeds of Ammon — short story by G B Hobson

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The Seeds of Ammon by G B Hobson The Seeds of Ammon came in the night from the deserts of Egypt, borne on air currents to fa...
Thursday, June 28, 2012

What You Can Do With a Tree Stump

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What can you do with a tree stump? We had a 90’ Leylandii tree growing in our front garden. It was a kind of landmark when loo...
Thursday, April 19, 2012

Spring… Beauty and the Beast

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It's nearly four weeks since I posted photographs of the garden. Spring had arrived and now it is blooming lovely. Some blossom is no mo...
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Gladys Hobson
Everything about my early life can be found in my illustrated book of childhood memories: When Phones Were Immobile and Lived in RED BOXES. Read the first two chapters at: www.magpiesnestpublishing.co.uk I also have my novels and anthologies on that site. I trained as a dress designer. Later turned to teaching. Took early retirement to train for church ministry. For the last eight years a full time writer. Personal experiences and settings tend to pop up in my stories! All my academic qualifications have been achieved in my middle and later years — as happened with most working-class achievers of my generation. I try to keep a sense of humour in all aspects of life. I can laugh at myself and at oldie jokes. But I wish the media would put less emphasis on faculties lost in old age (cause for laughter) and more on the wisdom gained. We old biddies do know a thing or two!
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