It’s that time of year again when we pay tribute to those villagers who lost their lives in the wars. I love seeing these shadows appear – they’re so moving, say so much…..
This year, the villager who places them. Steve, decided on a different venue, as he does each year. They’ve been solely in the churchyard, around the pond, on the high street but this year he put a few in the church yard. Then the majority in the childrens meadow lining the little alley up towards the church
One by one as you walk up the narrow snicket, they appear, the first one alone shaded by the trees.
More moving as more appear. Not realising how many people died from just our tiny village as it was then.
I love the two each side of the bench where in certain light, the shadows actually disappear…..
Such a wonderful location
And finally ending with another solitary shadow shaded by more trees….
In the churchyard, 6 placed by the war memorial where all their names are carved along with the lone white shadow
Steve, a former military man himself, told me the story of the white soldier as we chatted alongside the meadow admiring his work…..he’d been thought to have been killed, but then as Steve did some research, found he hadn’t died until 1960’s. He’d survived the war with horrific injuries but never came back to the village……however, when the shadows first appeared, he was black like the rest until Steve did his research, so they decided to just make him slightly different and the reverse side was white.….
I can’t express how moving is their simple presence
The final surprise came as I trundled to feed the ducks one day and the pond committee men were busy erecting the final two shadows along with a giant poppy ❤️
As I posted my photos on the village facebook page, one villager included a poem in his comments……
In the ebbing light a shadow stands all that’s left of the life he lost
On the muddy fields of foreign lands
His sacrifice the awful cost
In the ebbing light he stands there yet
In the safe embrace of a much loved home
Back on the soil he used to roam
His shadow left, less we forget
If history is your bag, one of our villagers Christine, who grew up alongside many of the descendants, compiled a book which lies in the village church called Walkington Remembers, along with such wonderful colourful detail regarding the local shops, the post office, the Taylor’s, other tradesmen and we even had 3 pubs back in those days….with all their names, bringing them all to life. It also has a map of what the village looked like in 1910 where my street appears, but a gap where my row of 4 houses now exist..….. along with the history of how the shadows came about…….then you can read more about our village here:
Since the announcement was made on our village Facebook page, I just knew it would be a sell out. We were having it on Sunday 7th – the day my mum would have been 102 years old if she’d still been alive!
Fireworks are a very contentious issue. I actually think they should only be allowed at organised events. then people with animals know exactly when to shield those who fear them and it’s only for one night…..🤔
Matt and his backstage army of volunteers had been inundated with requests for tickets, so much so, that the day before they’d had to post a notice asking people not to travel by car from outside the village to the event unless they had a ticket – after all they didn’t want to turn villagers away. It always amazes me how much online abuse they get from people who were too late to get a ticket 😔
The morning of the firework evening dawned cold and clear….it was forecast to be such a lovely day that the sunrise was just the start of my trundles….we had wall to wall pink sky all around the village starting on the corner of my road…
…..and along the snicket towards the church
As I reached my usual vantage point, the sun was just starting to rise..
A flock of birds, startled by something took to the sky….
Heading back along the lane, I hadn’t seen a soul yet, not even early morning dog walkers…everyone must be having a Sunday lie in apart from me 🙄 the autumn colours lighting up the lane
Sooo many flocks of geese fly overhead as I make my way to the second vantage point through the gallops…I just wish I could snap a clear shot of them flying passed, they’re never really clear but this one was close as the morning sun caught them in flight …🙈
But as I turned the corner of the field, there was the sun, just peaking over the hill in the distance
A single strand of grass stood out silhouetted against the sunrise sky
Time I was home for my cuppa and as I reached the village, it was waking up as people and their canine companions went for their early morning walk…….
An hour or so later, Sarah txt me asking if I fancied going to Hornsea while she had a sunset sea swim….obviously I said yes, and she agreed to get me back for the fireworks.
But before then I had a few hours to spare, so decided to walk to Folly Lake for my long walk of the day. It was a very breezy day. Abbys sheep were lazing in the field until they heard the children in the yard and all stood up hoping for little visitors with snacks.
Along the lane, many other walkers had had the same idea as me on this lovely autumn day
I decided to walk anti clockwise today as I thought it might make it easier with the northerly wind blowing sharply….
Three simple trees always catch my eye across the field
As I reached the lake the fishermen were hunched and wrapped up warm, showing just how cold it was simply to sit there
Some had abandoned their rods and were sheltering in tents, watching and waiting for the line to twitch
Back towards home, through the Christmas sprout field, I was joined by several groups of walkers, all passing me by as I stopped to snap
A group of three were going the same way as me
As we headed towards the church I realised they must have parked in the village and done the same walk as me…..making me realise, as I headed home once more, how lucky I was to live here and have no need for a car……..
At 3.15, Sarah picked me up as planned and we drove to Hornsea. The sea was a tad choppier than she’d have liked, but the tide was coming in so not far for her to walk. There were lots of fishermen on the beach which I wasn’t expecting.
As people saw her getting ready, they all remarked how crazy she was as everyone huddled in their coats 🤣. Sarah doesn’t wear a wet suit so I can see what they mean 😂….but she loves it so much and says it’s so invigorating and your body gets used to the cold water….
As she swam……
I snapped away
Probably 15 -20 minutes later and she made her way back out. she has such a clever routine; everything laid out ready to dress and her dry robe and fleecy hat immediately making her warm. we sat on the bench on the prom and watched the sky change colour from the sunset behind us in the west, even the sea took on the pink tinge from the sky above….
Flamborough lighthouse in the distance rhythmically flashing it’s warning light to passing ships.
After Sarah had finished her flask of hot chocolate and banana, we set off home, afterall I still had the fireworks before my day was over 😳….and I was blummin cold even if Sarah wasn’t 🤣
After a quick cuppa at home to warm me up, I headed out to the village playing fields; everyone making their way along the back lane with torches. me with my light on my stick. As I reached the field I was astounded by the numbers of people…..😳
The army of volunteers had done an amazing job. Fair rides for the kiddies….tea cups …
And a train ride…..both full with happy children…
….and sparklers before the main event
Children all safely supervised yet still having fun
Food and drink stalls; the village barbecue doing a roaring trade and everyone having such a lovely safe time. Candy floss hanging from the stalls….
Six oclock arrived and the first fireworks went up into the sky amidst ooo’s and ahhh’s
I never usually go out at night in the dark, so wasn’t sure how my camera would perform….but I wasn’t disappointed.
stream after stream of magical colours in the sky
I could go on forever showing you the photos I snapped but this blog has to finally stop somewhere as did the display with its big finale…….and here it is
What a wonderful day…..a wondrous sunrise, a nice long walk, a trip to the beach ending with the village coming together for a spectacular display……hopefully I’ll sleep well after all the excitement………how lucky am I?
P.s…..as I took my early morning walk it was as if it had never happened. the only litter being two paper cups that had blown out of the bin which I put back. I asked the early morning horse riders how the horses had faired and they said they’d been fine, they’d stayed with them and just one had been a tad spooked…..hopefully all the other village pets will be ok now……
I’ve been astonished and humbled by how well my calendar has done, both in the village and further afield. They’ve been sent all over the world to children and friends who previously lived in the village, put up in gyms and offices and simply waiting in peoples houses for the new year to begin….
I even had to order an extra 100 as I’d sold the original 250. Well now I’ve decided not to order any more. Sales are slowing down and I’ve only got a handful left at home plus the village shop has probably about 20 left.
Soooo, if anyone out there would still like one, I would get it now before they’ve all gone.
Same as before – if you’d like one, just email me wendy7713@icloud.com including your name and address and whether you’d like to pay by bank transfer or cheque.
The cost is £10 each or 2 for £15 plus £3.20 postage for up to 3 calendars.
I enjoyed the experience, even though I got in a pickle some times. But now it’s time to stop and decide which village groups will get some money along with Minds and Voices. It obviously won’t be much as I had to make £1250 to break even as that’s what they cost to be printed. But I’ve just gone over £1000 so I’m well pleased with that.
A BIG thank you to those who’ve supported me so far and a 🙏 to those who may request one now…..after all, what will I do with any calendars I have left 🤣….someone even asked me if I would do one next year 😳…..my response was ”Let me finish this year before I decide”……🤣
I don’t think I’ve ever typed those words before 😳….
I’ve often visited our village church but only to take photos of the lovely rainbows the sun casts through the stained glass window. I hadn’t realised when choosing the photos that the church actually features three times in my calendar, with January snow, May blossom
And the other for November
Maybe this was why our local vicar, David, messaged me to ask if I’d give a talk at the Harvest Festival service on how I came to create the calendar…..🤔 as I’ve never been a church goer. In fact, I think I’ve only ever been in a church for a service once and that was either a funeral or a wedding. But I do love all the old hymns and especially carols that we used to sing at school each morning……
Anyway….it wasn’t until 4 o’clock and the morning had been very mizzly, but people were still out for their Sunday morning walk……I spied this lady on an electric trycicle which looked great fun and perfect for me 🤔…although I just know I’d miss my walking…..
On this grey and miserable day…I even had the light on at one point 🥴…I needed some colour and company, so off I trundle to see the ducks, always pleased to see me carrying food 😂
The Mandarin provided me with the colour
…..but I needed more…Thankfully the weather brightened up in the afternoon, so I went up to the village allotment to see if anyone was around…a woman was just leaving and about to lock up. She must have seen the look of disappointment on my face as she suddenly said she’d leave it open as now the sun has come out, others will arrive. As she was saying those words another car came along the track so I was able to have a wander round. Lots of beautiful bright colourful flowers
And more round the corner
Even the veg were colourful
After my fix of colour, I looked at my watch and decided I needed to get a wiggle on as it was almost time for the harvest festival…..
I didn’t know what to expect, the only comparison I had was to my school days when we took in a potato or can of something 🙄…..
As I trundled up Church Walk, Ginger biscuit and pals who live next to the church was busy waiting in the hope that someone would be bringing him some carrots
The church door was open, as it always is from dawn to dusk..
Inside people were already there and in their seats. David came to meet me. He’d asked me to bring some calendars and took my bag from me. I think some of the faces were familiar, but it felt like all eyes were on me so I hastily sat in an empty pew. Thankfully I knew all the hymns from school, so that made me feel more relaxed.
The service began and I tried my best to follow what was happening. Part way through, David asked me to join him and we sat on seats at the front. He simply asked:
“Why do you do what you do?”
I then rambled. I think or imagine I said how I’d been diagnosed with dementia in 2014 and how this village had become very special. I have no control over what I’ve lost and no control over the future, so instead, live in the moment. The calendar I put together was my way of saying thank you to everyone for making me feel safe trundling around the paths and lanes of the village. During lockdown, my camera and the village gave me a purpose and my way of saying thank you was to share the proceeds of the sales between village groups and my dementia support group, Minds and Voices.
Then David said that if people had brought money with them today, not to give it to the church, but to buy a calendar. They were so kind in their comments as they came up to buy one and it was all rather overwhelming. So to calm me down, I took a simple piccie…
On a Monday in our village there is “Tea and Toast” from 9-11am….anyone can pop in but it usually clashes with my zooms or visits to Minds and Voices, but by pure luck, we’ve now stopped the weekly zooms and replaced with the monthly face to face meetings just like pre covid…..this meant I was free to go yesterday and sell my calendars at this weekly chatty get together. I could easily live on toast, but sadly I’m banned from having it now as me and toasters don’t get on and I havn’t a clue how to use the grill, but that would probably result in the same outcome…a fire 🙄. Usually I only get to eat it when I’m in paradise and I have with my breakfast…
It was a very unpromising morning as I opened my curtains and forecasted to get worse with a storm coming over us for a couple of hours…..yup, you guessed it, due between 9 and 11..🙄
I decided to take the partly full box of calendars in a bin bag as I thought I’d be carrying some back. So raincoat on, hood up, I headed out into the blustery day.
Tea and Toast is held in the other church in the village, the Methodist. It doesn’t have much going for it from the outside which is why I rarely take piccies of it
I’d never been before and it’s only down the road from me. Lovely to see a big sign outside and then signs telling you how to make your way in – perfect 😍…just as I’d got to the top of the steps, Kathryn, who’d asked me to attend, apppeared round the corner and kindly took the heavy box from me.
As I walked in, it felt like walking into a welcoming tea shop
A table cloth adorned each table along with a posy of flowers. I’d arrived as they were setting up and insisted the volunteers be in a photo 🤣 .They have a rota of volunteers who give up their time and serve everyone.
It might not be anything to look at from the outside but the inside is so welcoming and bright. I thought where we were doubled up as the church but then Kathryn took me down some steps and showed me their pride and joy
Once again, it looked welcoming and calm.
People started to arrive and activity began in the kitchen as the tea and toast was made to order. It had been their Harvest Festival the day before and an enormous pile of food donations was waiting to be taken to the local Food Bank. Also heading some lucky persons way was a divine display of flowers
There were funny conversations about the hymns that had been chosen. One person really didn’t like “We plough the Fields and Scatter”. It was one of my favourites at school. But when she told us why it was understandable…..She’d heard it so many times at farmers funerals that it had lost its joyousness. Then someone announced how they’d been born in the village and all the generations before her. She likened herself to a stick of roach with ‘Walkington’ all the way through🤣. The conversation then led to where people had originated. It was so interesting listening to all their tales.
Peter the duck man arrived, the first familiar face. We exchanged comments about the ducks and how the Mandarin were stunning this year wearing their autumn feathers.
Peter used to take photos years ago and has a display in the village hall, which I still havn’t been able to see. He’s the font of all duck knowledge and was very disappointed not to see the colourful mandarins in the calendar 😂..but loved it anyway and bought one. He asked if I was going to come every week, but sadly it clashes with Minds and Voices….he left soon after his tea and toast to avoid the worst of the rain.
Other villagers arrived in the heavy rain. It was torrential, yet they’d still come out for their Monday get together. The rain was bouncing off the wall outside and created a haze over the village..
One person arrived that I knew but couldn’t remember where from. That was until she was thrilled to see her dad was on the calendar as he was playing bowls in the August photo on the calendar. He’d now be known as Mr August 😂 that’s of course when I realised where I know her from.
People came and went, different conversations started. Peter the duck man suddenly reappeared at the door, very wet. He made his way over to me and handed me an old local newspaper which he thought I’d like
It cost half a penny back in its day. The facts and figures were fascinating from a local era long ago.
Everyone bought my calendar, some bought multiple copies so at one point I ran out, the box was empty 😳….Someone came in and was disappointed that I’d sold out, so I went back out in the rain and got the two she wanted, bringing them back in a bin bag 🤣…luckily I’d brought some bin liners that each could take theirs home in. Having just come back in, another lady turned up wanting a calendar and a book….so out I went again, and brought them back. Arriving back, another lady had just arrived soaked and she wanted 3……🥴…yup, out one last time and came back with her three…..😇😂
I’m now on my last box and will have to think whether I need to order any more 🤔
By this time I was aware how many different conversations were going on. They were all merging together and it was getting a tad confusing and overwhelming, so that was the queue to make my way home.
I’d known a few of the people but amazingly met many new villagers and was made to feel so welcome….a lovely morning…
By the time this blog is published I’ll have started my mini adventure, but more of that tomorrow…….
The idea of a village get together had been banded about the village for some time, some in favour saying “Just what we need”, other more hesitant due to Covid, but last Saturday saw it come to life.
I’d trundled into town early as I had my flu jab at 09.15. Not option but to trundle as no buses at that time. But it was a pleasant mild morning. Coming home from the shop, paper under her arm I chatted to a neighbour. She keep hens in her garden and I often find the egg fairy has been and left me 6 freshly laid eggs.
Simon had obviously just been to feed the ducks as they were all scrabbling about on the grass
Some had had their fill and were snuggled down for a snooze
On towards the Westwood; early morning golfers starting their rounds in the shadow of the black mill
I was then stopped in my tracks by two of the town cows having stopped to lick someone car 🤣…maybe the cold metal was a pleasant taste on their tongues 😂
I could hear the geese before I could see them, high in the sky on their long migration flight maybe
One final sight before reaching town….or maybe it was the song I heard first….my favourite bird, the Robin, singing his morning song…😍
The queue for the flu jab was long but moving fast. I was actually disappointed when I was allocated a doctor for my turn…doctore always hurt giving jabs, whereas nurses are more experienced, doing it everyday. Needless to say, the doctor hurt me; never had a flu jab hurt so much before 🙄
Back home on the first bus, villagers getting off to do their shopping, but I was heading home. A committee had been formed to organise the village party. It was to be on the playing field, the field where I take photos of the village cricket team.
One of them had popped by my house to buy some calendars and promised me a table. Pip was helping me and was going to bring hers but thankfully it wasn’t needed.
It was a good job Pip had offered to help me as I slowly, over the week, got two more ideas. As well as my calendars, I decided to take some books to sell as well, just in case. Then I thought of a raffle 🤔. I could raffle 3 of the American hardback versions. Pip was making the signs and each day I’d add an extra one for her to write 🤣
Pip picked me up as planned at 2.40 as the afternoon was starting at 3…I was only going to take one box full but Pip suggested we put another in the boot just in case……it was overcast but warm so no chance of sunstroke 🤣…Scooby was of course patiently in the car waiting for us
Everything was being set up when we got there and they’d already put a table out ready for me and even put a cloth on it 😍..
I soon decided the raffle wasn’t going to work and my books were selling well so I just added the 3 American versions to the pile.
Pip knows EVERYONE and people came and went and chatted
I was overwhelmed by the lovely comments people gave me about my calendar. Some were being sent all over the world to children who had grown up in the village and who now lived in far off lands ❤️, how amazing is that 😳…
Jane who owns the village Ginery was doing a roaring trade from her converted horse box
The Prosecco girls had brought a huge bucket filled with ice and bottles
And Matt who had organised it all along with the amazing background army was manning the barbecue
The pre school ladies had a fabulous sweet, cake and tombola stall
And inside, teas and homemade cakes were being snapped up as well as the village ice cream van doing a roaring trade with children and adults alike.. Two bouncy castles had been hired for the children to bounce away their excess energy
The cricket field is so big that no one was crowded – everyone had brought camping chairs and were just sitting chatting enjoying the wonderful live music by three different artists…
At one point is started to drizzle and umbrellas appeared, but thankfully it only lasted a few minutes and nothing was going to dampen peoples spirits…
After 2 or 3 hours, I suddenly felt exhausted by the wonder of it all. Scooby had sat content and happy between me and Pip the whole time. As long as one of us was giving him a cuddle he had all he needed…
Thankfully Pip offered to take me and my few left overs back home as it was just coming to the time of day I’m not comfortable walking on my own. The half light creating allowing dementia to create unsavoury illusions.
But what a wonderful day….what a wonderful village I live in…. And what wonderful villagers reside there….heaven..
Last week our village was named by The Times as one of the best villages to live in the country, not because it’s twee, but because of the amenities and village welcome it has….2 pubs, shop, bowls club, cricket club, village pond and lots of weekly clubs in the village hall to name a few – well we already knew it was special, we didn’t need the Times to tell us and actually it’s probably a bit of a curse. House prices and rents will rise, meaning those locals looking for somewhere will not have a chance. We’re by no means a ‘dear’ area to live in, as that’s why I was able to live here, but cost is all relative isn’t it and youngsters find it hard enough already.
So what may seem a blessing is actually doing us no good at all.
Anyway…I digress…..I put my calendar on the village Facebook page last week and it’s selling really well.
I’ve been so happy with peoples comments. I tried hard to include photos for everyone, which is really difficult!
But one of my favourite is this little cutie
And the Robin on the front actually represents December….I took each of them in the month they represent. So many of my favourite photos failed to make the final twelve. I had sooooo many reserves for each month, it was making my head explode choosing 🤣. In the end I went with gut instinct. The peeking squirrel, the beautiful early morning sunrises, all failed to make it in, such was the difficulty choosing. But choose I did and I even found a printer in the village to print them for me….
Sooo, if you’d like to buy one in the UK, I’m happy to post them out. Please tell your family and friends. The postage is £3.20 extra. The calendar are £10 for 1 and £15 for 2 plus £3.20
To order, would you mind emailing me instead of asking me on my blog as I’ll get confused and probably end up missing someone. My email is:
Please include your address with postcode and in return I can send you my bank details for you to transfer monies or you can pay by cheque, whichever suits you.
As for sending abroad…..well….I went to the post office to get them checked and was astonished at the price. I asked for a price for Australia and America and they were more or less the same. To post it would cost an extra £16-£19 😳 plus the cost of transferring money which seems extreme to say the least. So I’m sorry to disappoint my overseas followers.
All the profit after printing costs will go to various amenities in my village plus a share will go to my dementia support group, Minds and Voices, that’s assuming I sell them all 🙈. I won’t be making any profit for me.
My camera helped me through the lockdown and continues to be my best companion still, so I hope you enjoy the photos as much as I enjoyed taking them….every one was taken in my lovely village..
At the start of the lockdown, I, like so many others, was at a loss. My everyday routine of travelling all over the country speaking at events and Book Festivals came to a grinding halt.
I desperately needed a new routine, as routine is so important for someone with dementia. It took me a while, but then one day I ordered a camera online and it’s been out with me every single day since on my trundles around the village.
Before lockdown I simply hadn’t had the time to explore new paths, to stop and look at the beauty around us and what a pleasant surprise I had. I always knew I was lucky to live in such a wonderful village, but suddenly I had the time to really look, really appreciate what was around us.
It was during lockdown that I discovered the village had a Facebook page and so I started posting my photos each day, initially for those who were isolating or couldn’t get out and about. Then it became part of my routine.
I believe the lockdown brought our village closer together. We chatted more – at a distance. We all had the time to get out and about walking, after all it was all we were allowed to do.
During last year, I’ve seen some amazing sights in the countryside around and in the centre of the village itself. The village helped me survive the lockdown and so now I want to do something in return. I’ve produced my own calendar for 2022:
“Walkington Life 2022”
A few villagers had asked me to do this during lockdown and back then I never thought I’d do it! But it gave me something to focus on. So for the last year I’ve been merrily clicking away and over the last couple of months have narrowed it down to 12 – each taken during the month they represent. This one has become the cover and is Decembers photo too.
I put this one originally
🤣😂 then showed them all to my daughter Gemma and a gentle reply came back…
“I’d stick with the Robin for December”
So the Robin gazumped me out 😂
They’re with the printers at the moment – who also happens to live in the village – and they’re due to be with me next week. It’s then I can start working out costs for posting etc, so watch this space!! They’ll be £10 each or £15 for 2 (they’d make great Christmas presents!) and ALL proceeds will be ploughed back into the village and my support group Minds and Voices. I’ll write another blog next week detailing how to get one.
P.s…..as if by magic I had a knock on the door last night and Chris arrived with the boxes of my calendar, just in time….I’m so happy with it:) now I’ve just got the small detail of selling them all 🤣🤞they’ll be on sale from next Tuesday !
As this is published I’ll be on another journey to paradise – more tomorrow. Last weekend’s visit was snuck in as an extra so I could be there for David and Sylvia, so this week was already planned and seemed a shame to cancel it 🤣…..and I’d be able simply to relax….
Anyway several months ago I was asked if I’d like to donate a couple of written pieces for a forthcoming book aimed at raising funds for Hull Samaritans ….Samaritans are there for people when they desperately need someone to simply listen and hear their voices, the turmoil in their life – such a worthwhile charity which is nationwide but this is to raise much needed funds for my local service.
“Every 7 seconds, the Samaritans receive a call for help”
As their flyer states about the book…
Well I received my copy on my way to town yesterday and I was overwhelmed by the high quality of the publication.
I instantly thought of ‘The White Album’ by the Beatles when I saw the white book…
People from all walks of life, from photographers to artists, writers to psychologists. People of every age with some lovely pieces by schoolchildren.
Lots of beautiful images depicting ‘listening’ as well as all the written contributions….
”Open the book and you will find poems, stories, paintings, photographs, articles and songs – all about listening and the importance of silence”
I wrote 2 pieces, a poem and a prose.
A poem called ‘Listen’
And the prose going by the title “When people stop listening”
A truly inspiring book simply to have in your collection and the fact that it’s raising money for such a good cause is a bonus….
There’s an early bird price of £7.99 incl post and packaging if you order before July 22nd (you might have to check if this applies to outside of the UK) and you can order it by clicking the link below.
Lockdown has in the main, been a bit of a bummer, but it’s also had many positives too. It’s given us time to just be, time to appreciate what’s around us and to question what’s important in our lives.
It’s also opened up the world to us in a very different way – via Zoom. I’ve spoken to Canadian students and a group of people from India connected to their health service – neither of which would have been in my grasp if it hadn’t have been for Zoom technology. I think the lockdown has taught us to use technology more often to allow different worlds to meet and hopefully will continue with this as lockdown eases.
The other week I was asked to speak to another group in India – Silver Talkies, an online community for the over 55’s in India. During lockdown, online communities have come into their own, especially where the population is spread, like India.
It’s fascinating talking to other cultures. Hearing their questions, comparing their life and life here….” Silver Talkies is a multi-dimensional platform for people who are 55 plus. Our team brings you features that highlight people, passions, trends, issues, opinions and solutions for the senior generation.”
Anyway here’s their article and the recording of my talk…
Which me am I today? 