Tag Archives: Oxford

A Side Trip To Brittany, With Music

On this particular Friday, we awoke to the alarm at 6 a.m. and walked over to meet the kids for our drive to Stansted airport and the short flight to Brittany, where our son-in-law’s parents, Jill and Peter, have a … Continue reading

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From The Far Side of the Ocean

Our lodging is the attic room of an apartment in Oxford, a room we know well, having stayed here several times before. There is a low slanted ceiling, a narrow window overlooking streets and back yards, a few quirky little … Continue reading

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May Morning, Oxford

At the start, it was like stepping out into a poem. The air was cold and the morning sky still dark as ink above the rooftops and chimneys, with a fading white sliver of moon. My daughter and her husband waited for us … Continue reading

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A Song For Miranda

And, here’s a fragment of a song sung by Stornoway(!) for our daughter. I’m so glad I had the presence of mind to record even just a moment or two, ’cause it was pretty special.

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Of Soap and Songs

Some people seem to possess a special vitality and spark that translates into constant action and creativity. It doesn’t matter what form it takes, they  have to craft an object, concoct a recipe, or render a feeling into painting, poetry, … Continue reading

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A Little Book Of Poems

Sometimes I just like the feel of a book even without knowing what’s inside. That’s the way it was with this one, which I found in a charity shop on the Cowley Road in Oxford. It’s a tiny volume, and … Continue reading

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Meanderings About the Daughter and Other Complexities

I can picture her now, riding her bike to see us at the little St. Clements apartment we’d rented. Her thick dark hair is pulled back and a magenta scarf sets off her pale and luminous skin, and I think, … Continue reading

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Three Views

Three views, one moment…looking down from Magdalen Bridge onto the River Cherwell.

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Doing Nothing in Oxford

Taking it easy has never been easy for me, but I’ve been so tired for the first few days of this trip that I finally just succumbed — sleeping late and lazing around. I’m no longer a tourist in this place … Continue reading

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St. George’s Day

Yesterday was St. George’s Day and I didn’t even know that until it was almost over, but he is the patron saint of England (although he was from Turkey) and I guess it’s an occasion around here. Perhaps it explains why we … Continue reading

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