It has to be said that “Sink the Bismarck!” with Kenneth More in the lead role was BH’s all-time best film. I tried to steer him to less war-like topics, “You’ve Got Mail,” for example, but he always chose the Bismarck.
Ah Sung; talk about a Master Chef. And I haven’t a single recipe for Chinese food in my cook book. I wouldn’t dare.
My nephew tells me that this musical piece languished in near obscurity until Pope Francis heard it. The rhythms must have been familiar to him, and I like to think of him tapping his feet and having a twirl.
The Mug, now deserving of a capital “M,” was given to BH by his godfather in Cairo as the war was drawing to a close. It is an object that is very far from commonplace…
I gave BH as one of his Christmas presents this year the Sponsorship of a Guide dog puppy called Buddy.
“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”
My beloved Snail, my BH, my darling husband, died a week ago today; very suddenly, peacefully, and without pain.
“Oh, how joyfully, Oh! how thankfully, wakes the world on Christmas morn!”
Not only soldiers escaped the grip of Stalin thanks to General Anders. As many civilians as could make their way to the muster points were included in the exodus.
Don’t imagine that the onset of old age equals the onset of virtue. Anybody with any experience of the elderly will tell you that they can be just as nasty as they were when in their green youth.