It was in the summer school holidays 1978 when I made my new friend. Yes, I remember it as distinctly as if it was yesterday. I would have been 13 years old then. Okay, you now know how old I am.
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Memories at 78RPM

"I always find it odd when an old deep forgotten memory surfaces unexpected. I had a remarkable experience with that last night. In fact the impact is still being felt today."
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Eddie- A Life Remembered

"On July 5th, 2003 the final word, on the final page of the story of my beloved dog Eddie Valentino was composed.
How did Eddie come into my life?
When I was a very young twenty one I had planned to go see a movie one early spring evening. When I arrived at the theatre, I discovered that the advertised time in that day’s newspaper had been wrong. I had forty-five minutes to find something to do; it just so happened that in the same parking lot was a pet store and I have always had a fondness for animals."
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It is Precisely ...

"It is precisely 7:39 on a glorious September Monday morning. I am casually sitting peacefully in my ‘secret garden’. Although not significantly large in area it has a surprising old world charm contained within its three ivy covered walls. It is with delight and awe that I marvel at a pair of delicate brightly colored humming birds eagerly feeding in the blooms high above my head. This is, for a transplanted Englishman now living in Southern California, my slice of paradise."
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And A Selection of Poems from the Pen of P.S.Gifford

"The Willow Tree"
Why does the willow incessantly weep?
What dreadful secret might it keep?
Does it carry the grief of all mankind?
And refuse to leave that woe behind?
Or perhaps all man's evils it might store?
And be destined to weep forevermore
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