Posted on by Craig Faulkner
Facebook doesn’t tell me it’s my dad’s birthday tomorrow anymore. I have to remember it for myself. It’s one of a handful of dates I’ve collected during my life that I can’t forget. Like the others, it’s etched on my memory along with the birthdays of all those I’ve ever been close to, and all the dates where… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
My granddad on my mum's side was a man of many hidden talents. During the second world war, he was deployed as an army chef, and, for many years afterwards, he was an inspector at Alfred Herbert Ltd; then one of the world's largest machine tool manufacturers. By the time I knew him, he was already retired, bu… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
It's easy to remember things differently when you look back on them. It's easy to romanticise something, or to apply a negative emotion to it when hindsight or regret has its way. Bad things can be overlooked in favour of some fleeting happy memory. Wonderful things can be turned sour, despite meaning the wor… Read more »
Posted on by Craig Faulkner
My mother just sold my childhood home. Her and her husband moved out yesterday. It sold quickly, within days of being on the market, to one of the first families that looked at it. I haven't lived there for just shy of two years, but it's always been home. I was about seventeen months old when I moved there.… Read more »