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Walking Backwards for Christmas: In a Time Warp, Dark & Empty

Time Warp

Walking Backwards for Christmas: Chapter 7, Part 2 — Solihull, Christmas Eve Day 1960: In a Time Warp, Dark & Empty I’d expected Mum, Grammer, and maybe even Uncle Roddy to have returned, waiting for me, ready to cut me a new eye socket for being out so long when they’d had no idea where I […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: Solihull, Christmas Eve Day 1960: Loss

Christmas

Walking Backwards for Christmas: A Tale of Woe from Solihull, Chapter 7, Part 1 — Solihull, Christmas Eve Day 1960: Loss [Note: the featured picture is a very early postcard of High Street in Solihull (you can see St. Alphege’s Church at upper right). Except for an absence of horses and presence of cars, the […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: Bethany’s Carol

Bethany's Carol

Walking Backwards for Christmas, Chapter 6, Part 11 — Between the Walls: Bethany’s Carol [Note: the letter yogh (“ȝ”) you see in the carol appeared extensively in Middle English, and was still in use in Bethany’s time. It usually (but not always) appears as a “gh” in Modern English and is silent, though originally it […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: Between the Walls: Sing Gaudete

Sing Gaudete

Walking Backwards for Christmas, Chapter 6, Part 10 — Between the Walls: Sing Gaudete Bethany and Stan wandered in from the dining area and were watching Gramfer and me as they each took a chair on either side of the roaring fire that now added light, as well as heat, to the lounge. Gramfer motioned […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: The Tale of Gramfer (Part 1)

Gramfer

Walking Backwards for Christmas, Chapter 6, Part 7 — Between the Walls: The Tale of Gramfer (Part 1) Stan and Bethany eventually grew engrossed in a conversation about India. Gramfer signaled me to tiptoe out of the dining room back to the lounge. He sat in one comfy chair, I in one across from him. […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: Why Do You Stay?

Why Do You Stay

Walking Backwards for Christmas, Chapter 6, Part 6 — Between the Walls: “Why Do You Stay?” [Note: the featured picture is of Solihull monestary. The training ground, at the time, for, among others, many of the sort of (male) clerics that Bethany had encountered, and had judged her and put her to death. The sort […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: Between the Walls: Bethany’s Tale

Bethany

Walking Backwards for Christmas, Chapter 6, Part 5 — Between the Walls: Bethany’s Tale Gramfer removed Bethany’s mask and held her for a long while, comforting her in the way he’d sometimes held me, and more often held my Auntie Gene. Bethany’s face returned to its unearthly pallor, her gown to its simple white satin. […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: The Screen & the Toast

The Screen

Walking Backwards for Christmas: Between the Walls: The Screen & the Toast [Note: the featured picture is of The Screen, or as best as I’ve been able to render it during Robbin’s (temporary) absence. It’s a pocket-sized device that helps Reggie tune his guitar. In later books, mandolin, harp, bass guitar and even a harpsichord, […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: Bethany, Queen of Christmas

Queen of Christmas

Walking Backwards for Christmas, Chapter 6, Part 3– Between the Walls: Bethany, Queen of Christmas The crack was resounding and reassuring, tangible in an environment where I was certain of very little, but also caused me to worry that we might cave in the hollow section of the wall where we were; from the look […]

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Walking Backwards for Christmas: Between the Walls

Between the walls

Walking Backwards for Christmas, Chapter 6, Part 1 — Between the Walls: “As If” “I won’t linger and lie about if I frighten you, Reggie lad.” “No…” I heard myself mumble. “Don’ go ….” I was just coming to, wondering how and when I’d moved from the dining room to the version of the lounge […]

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