Writing For Joy

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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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Monday, March 26, 2012

Spring Has Arrived!

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We returned from a four night break (part of it visiting Derbyshire where we had our honeymoon 59 years ago) and found that spring had truly...
Monday, February 6, 2012

A Lovely Day For a Funeral

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A Lovely Day For a Funeral — a funeral for a lovely lady! It is little more than a week ago that I was visiting this lady in hospital. An...
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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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