I woke at what I can only presume must have been two am, but in reality could have just as easily been four am of even five am, to rain bucketing down. A good spring shower, it might have been called if I lived in the Northern Hemisphere, but I don’t. So it was a chilling autumn rain, and it brought the damp coldness of the mountains with it and the Antarctic winds from across the ocean. It made me…
After stumbling upon the family history of my mother-in-law a small idea that was already growing in my mind began to surface more clearly. Here was a woman who had seen many decades of life and recorded them. For years we’d heard many of her “stories”, the invention of the ball point pen that caused such an excitement in her day, the invention of toilet paper which was a dream come true for young people like herself who dreaded having…