Stirlingshire, Balfron High School

My Friend Matthew

Posted by Site administrator on November 4 2015 at 11:38

My friend Matthew died on May in 2015 from a brain tumour. As I stood at the foot of his grave staring at the place he lay. He didn’t have a headstone yet, just a sign saying:

Nosy

Posted by Site administrator on November 4 2015 at 11:37

Nosy, lovable, all that and more

Nana

Posted by Site administrator on November 4 2015 at 11:36

My Nana lived in Tipperary in Ireland. Her house was in the middle of nowhere but it was about a mile from a small village called Grange. She was quite small. She had short brown hair and she wore a lot of perfume. She looked after her Mum whose house was about 100 yards from hers.

Memories

Posted by Site administrator on November 4 2015 at 11:35

Memories are like old clothes. You can put them to the back of your mind, fold them away in hidden drawers and forget they are there.

I Caught One!

Posted by Site administrator on November 4 2015 at 11:34

“I caught one!” I cried, and the bearded man smiled, his walking boots squelching as he rushed to my side. He dropped on his knees and examined my catch.

Jessie Anderson

Posted by Site administrator on November 4 2015 at 11:34

Jessie Anderson. My Grandmother. I loved her so much, and I still do. She is an amazing person I will never, ever forget. She would wear an apron, or as I would call it, a permanent peenie.