Book Review - Fingers in the Sparkle Jar

                                                      FINGERS IN THE SPARKLE JAR
                                                                        A Memoir
                                                                  by Chris Packham

This was an interesting book to read. It is filled with personal reminiscences of a childhood spent with nature and books. The author's love for wildlife shines through. It is an honest memoir that doesn't gloss over the upsetting side of nature or things you do as an interested child that you may frown upon as an adult.

The book also deals with how the author struggled to fit in as a child (he was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome as an adult) and eventually retreated into his own world. A fine world of nature. I found myself frequently angry with people who won't accept someone who doesn't fit into a box they regard as 'normal'.

I struggled a little with the way the memoir was set out - a tale from 1978 may be followed by one from 1974, then one from 1968 and one from 2004. This I feel says more about me than the book. I like things organised and chronological. That is just one of my foibles. The thing is the book is a memoir. If I was sitting telling a friend about my childhood I would probably tell it in the same way a story from when I was 9, then when I was 7, then I'd remember a tale from my teens etc.

In this book are many childhood tales of collecting, watching, caring for and exploring to find out more. Not all pleasant tales. The love and encouragement of his parents shines throughout.

As well as tales of nature Chris also talks about his battle with depression through memoirs of meetings with a therapist. This is a totally open and honest memoir and I can understand why it was loved so much by Winterwatch viewers.

So should you read it?

8/10 An interesting and thought provoking book. Even if you're not a great reader, this is set out in a series of short reminiscences which makes it ideal to dip into in your lunch breaks. I'm sure that you'll be glad you did.

Stationery

You all know how much I love books but another of my favourite things is stationery. I have a wonderful collection of it, some of which is in the photograph above. Whenever my children need something for school or university, before they get to "Mum have you got....?", they know that I will have it in a box or a drawer somewhere.

Next to book shops my favourite place to visit is a stationers. I can feel the excitement build as I walk in. I have never lost it from childhood. In my teens I used to love shopping in Blacklers Bargain Basement where you could buy everything seperately. I would have multicoloured paper and envelopes that didn't match, scissors that cut in different patterns, stampers,staplers, holepunches and I would rush home to write letters and use them all.

My favourite time at school was the first day of a new term when I arrived with my bag filled with new pens, pencils, rulers, erasers etc. I loved the feel and smell of the new books. I especially liked the fact that they were perfect. I had a whole new start without any crossings out, ink blots or work marked wrong and they were going to stay that way all year, Of course they never did but I still had the same hopes the first day of the next new school year.

That September excitement still stays with me now. The beginning of autumn always makes me want to go out and buy new stationery. So I rush out to Paperchase, W H Smith and that lovely art shop by the Blue Coat Chambers and I stock up. I don't actually know what I am stocking up for but I stock up anyway.

My house is filled with notebooks with records and lists that I've made, my cupboards are filled with lists - jobs for the day, week, month - feel good activities for each month- weight loss targets - menus for the week, all multicoloured and ticked off with highlighters. Don't laugh, it makes me feel content.

I still have a collection of fountain pens. Nothing writes as well as a fountain pen. I love my fountain pens. I think it stems back to handwriting lessons at school where you were not allowed to progress from pencil to fountain pen until your handwriting was up to scratch. I progressed to fountain pen, it was a big achievement and so I still want to write with a fountain pen. I still think the move to biros at the local comprehensive school was a bad move. My presentation was never as good.

You've probably gathered that I am a total Luddite. I have a selection of writing paper, stickers and pencils for writing proper letters. I got out of the habit for a while with the advent of email but I was never excited to receive an email from anyone. I have a friend who sends me proper letters and, as they come through my letter box, for my excitement she may as well have sent me the crown jewels (which incidentally I wouldn't be excited about at all). This year I put 'write a real letter' on my monthly feel good activities list. I have a whole host of new stationery - pens, pencils and stickers to do this with and I am loving writing proper letters again.

This year when we go on our summer holidays, besides my books, my stationery is going with me. I shall write letters, draw sketches of places we visit and colour in my lovely colouring books. It may not be cool but it's me. My Mum always told me that everyone is different and that's what makes the world such an interesting place. As I have gotten older I have realised she was right and these days I'm just me and I accept other people for being them, even if they don't like stationery.

Book Review 'A Brief History of Time' by Stephen Hawking

                                               A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME

                                            From The Big Bang to Black Holes

                                                   by Stephen W. Hawking

This is a book I have picked up many times and never started because I thought Mr Hawking was far too clever for me. I finally picked it up a few weeks ago and actually read it.

I was very pleasantly surprised. Stephen Hawking writes with humour and  clear, detailed explanations. He puts things in a way that are understandable and as simple as physics can be. I found myself reading it and saying 'Ah, that makes sense now' or 'I never knew that, but it's so interesting'

There are clear diagrams to explain theories so people like me can follow the ideas. I make no claim to be able to explain more than a third of it now. It made sense as I read it but I haven't retained all the information. I was poor at science at school and am only just beginning to pick up more science books, mainly to keep up with my physics obsessed son. I intend to reread this book next year, a more updated version next time - this was a first reprint and some ideas, I believe, have been updated since.

I am far more aware of how the galaxy has expanded, how what happened before the Big Bang is not relevant to our understanding of the universe, how black holes are created and I know to be be sure to never travel close to one and be spaghettified! The Unified Theory  I actually thought had been found, though I didn't really know what it was prior to reading this book. There were many terms I had heard but hadn't much idea about. I found out a lot as I read this book and was delighted to find easier explanations of things that have always bamboozled me. There is only one equation in the whole book - which for me was great  as I struggle with them - something else I'm working on. In the introduction Mr Hawking actually states that someone told him that each equation included in the book would halve his sales. They obviously knew people like me.

This book has renewed my interest in physics and made me ready to revisit Carl Sagan's Cosmos too. And to start on more Feynman.

So - should you read it?

10/10 - a superb book with clear, detailed explanations of the cosmos, written with humour and intelligence

Book Review - 'On Chesil Beach'

                                                         ON CHESIL BEACH
                                                             by Ian McEwan

I had heard many good things about Ian McEwan but, until this week, had never read any of his books. My husband and daughter had both read this one and told me it was excellent so it has been on my radar for a while. A few weeks ago I saw a trailer for the film and being a firm believer in 'Never judge a book by its movie' decided it was high time I read it.

On Chesil Beach is a superbly written tale analysing the relationship between two innocents, Edward and Florence. It analyses their romance throughout their courtship to present day, told in flashback and current situations. There is one detailed sex scene in the book but it is totally relevant to the plot.

Ian McEwan gets under the skin of his characters and doesn't hide their flaws, from us or themselves. There are some very endearing scenes in this book and you certainly feel for the protagonists. The novel is quite short and you won't want to put it down. I will definitely be going to see the film.

So, should you read it?
8/10 - a good read, with interesting characters, tugs at your heartstrings at times.

Book Review - The Swiss Family Robinson

                                             THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON
                                                         by Johann R Wyss

This book was my Mother's favourite book and the copy in the photograph is her copy. She told me how she would read it over and over. Looking back I don't actually remember her reading it, I saw her read many books but not this one, yet, whenever I asked what her favourite book was, this was always her choice. This fact never occurred to me until I began to read it for myself recently.

When I first began the book I was a little disappointed. I think this was because I was reading it with a cynical adult's eye. 'Oh for goodness sake how many different animals are there on this island?', 'I don't believe they could find all that' were frequent complaints coming from me as I read successive chapters.

Seven chapters in I was really beginning to wonder how this could have been my mother's favourite book because I was struggling. Then I began to think about it and I realised that when Mum used to talk about reading it over and over again she often referred to the winter nights of her childhood. Then I saw my problem. I was reading it from the wrong perspective. Remembering sharing books with my children as they grew up I began to read it from a child's point of view. Now I saw the short chapters as a boon, each succeeding chapter as a new adventure, wondering what would happen to the family next. I employed what my English teacher termed 'The willing suspension of disbelief'.

So what happened with this new approach? I began to fall in love with the book. I loved the language (I always do with classics), I loved the adventure and I loved the characters. When I reached the end of the book I was sad to let it go. It had become a friend.

So should you read it?

I give it 8/10 and would say it is a fine read so long as you are willing to suspend your disbelief
and just take part in a jolly good adventure.

Snow

'I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.' 

So wrote Dylan Thomas in one of my favourite little prose poetry books. I read that book every Christmas and it always brings back memories of childhood - which is quite bizarre because I didn't grow up in Wales and it hardly ever snowed when I was young. Like Mr Thomas though I have vivid recollections of snow in my childhood it's just that I struggle to remember how old I was or, indeed, how long it snowed for. So what do I remember?

I can recall sitting on our living room floor playing with my toys. The fire was blazing and the TV was on. My Mum went to look out of the window. There were six of us living at home then so somebody was probably late home. She came away from the window with a look of excitement on her face and took me by the hand and led me to the front door. As she opened it I saw outside an absolute wonderland. Large flakes gentle as angel wings were falling from the sky and were beginning to form a soft carpet on the ground. It was dark and yet the snowfall gave everywhere such a lustre that it brightened the whole lane. Mum picked some up and placed it in my hand. I can still remember the cold feeling as it slowly melted. Mum was never one for the cold and she brought me in soon after that but by then she had given me a magical gift, she had shown me my first snowfall.

I remember opening the door in daylight and the snow being so high that we had to dig our way out. Mum told me that that never happened, that we never had so much snow, ever. I suppose I must have built into my memory something I read in one of my books, or maybe I dreamed it. It is so vivid though.

Being outside building a snowman was wonderful too, but I was quite a wimp and came inside rather quickly because my hands were beginning to sting. I remember taking off my gloves and being amazed at how red my hands were. Mum told me to sit by the fire to get warm and my Granddad told me that I mustn't warm my hands by the fire or I would get chilblains. I had no idea what chilblains were but the stern look on my Granddad's face told me that I did not want them.

That's the other thing that remains in my memory of winters in my childhood - our roaring coal fire. I never remember our house being cold. I have memories of running home from school to a warm kitchen and sitting before the blazing fire. Mum or granddad would toast bread or teacakes on the toasting fork, then melt butter and I'd sit snuggled by the fire to eat them and drink my cocoa. As I grew older I was allowed to make my own toast there. If you have never tasted toast cooked on an open fire then you have never lived.

I remember only a few more snowy winter days as I grew up and none were quite as magical as that very first time. However, I still get a tingle of excitement the minute that I see the first few flakes start to fall. I can remember when both of our children saw snow for the very first time. For our eldest it was on a visit to Malvern to see her grandparents, for our youngest it was home here - and he still talks about it.

Don't ever grow too old to enjoy snow. Snow is for snowball fights, for making snowmen and snow angels. It's to be watched melting in the palm of your hand and for lightening the whole garden through your window. 

A number of Christmases ago it snowed heavily the day the children finished school for Christmas. We went out as soon as we saw it and began to have a family snowball fight, our lovely neighbours down the road came to join us. I have no idea who won that fight but I remember a large snowball in my hood dripping down my neck - I suspect my children were the culprits. About a week later my elderly neighbour asked if I enjoyed the snow. She said that her daughter was visiting and they heard the commotion. Apparently she didn't even go to the window but told her daughter 'Oh that'll be Janet' To this day I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed that any commotion would be assumed to be me or pleased that she thinks that if someone was having fun then I would be involved.

What I do know though is that snow is bright, glowing and magical. it should be enjoyed and its beauty appreciated so that one day, if you are a little to frail to enjoy it, you will have memories that make you smile.

2017 - A (Mostly) Pictorial Review

Well who would believe that we are at the end of another year already? I think I must have missed a few months somewhere. 2017 has been quite a year. There have been some shocks and some wonderful celebrations but most of all, I have to say, it has been filled with love from family and friends, something that this year has made me appreciate so much. Thank you to all of you for helping me through the difficult times and being there with me to celebrate the wonderful ones.
I have been looking back over the photos of the year and I have to say - we did a lot and we enjoyed it, so thank you 2017 for all the fun. Now - the annual pictorial review.

The New Year started with a bracing New Year's Day walk along Crosby Beach

In February we took a trip to the Bronte Parsonage for Rob's birthday - my first year as a Bronte Society Member and Branwell's bicentenary. It was a wonderful exhibition, curated by the wonderful Simon Armitage. We loved it so much we went back to see it again in September.

In February we also discovered the delights of Lunt Meadows a wonderful Nature Reserve on our own doorstep. Well worth a visit if you haven't been.

For some reason I cannot find any photographs taken in March - did I sleep through it? Was it cold and windy and I stayed indoors reading? I don't know - but I'm determined to keep a better record of 2018!

On the 1st April we went to Parkgate, somewhere I hadn't been since losing my Mum - it was one of her favourite places. We had a delicious meal out and a lovely walk and I think I can love Parkgate again.

April also saw us back at Chester Zoo - one of our favourite trips. The meerkats weren't impressed!

We made a trip to the Centre for Alternative Technology in Wales and came back full of enthusiasm to protect our environment.

April also saw a trip to Harewood House so Amber could see the dresses worn in Victoria - they were rather lovely but also very tiny. I felt huge.

May saw another trip to Erdigg in Wales,  and we had lovely sunshine for the trip. We didn't take the carriage ride this time.

May also saw a visit to the Hardman House on Rodney Street, home to one of our best local photographers, It was like stepping back in time and is well worth a visit.

We made a trip to  the Anglican Cathedral and went to see my Mum's window in the Lady Chapel. I just love the architecture of Gilbert-Scott's cathedral.

June brought news that made me reevaluate my life, appreciate our National Health Service more than ever and made me determined to cherish every moment. The next day we went to Birkenhead Park and found this little chap - he seemed happy with life.

From Birkenhead Park  we went on to The Tramway Museum - we really have so many interesting places on our doorstep.

Early July I had to have some surgery. By the end of the month I was back out and about with a lovely friend who had come to stay but couldn't manage my camera so I'm afraid there are no photos to show. However Sefton Park Palm House and Norton Priory are well worth a visit, as is the music Exhibition at the Pier Head.

August saw us back at Martin Mere, a lovely sunny day and the kids off canoeing.

August also saw another trip to Chester Zoo to see the baby animals, of which there were many. Have I mentioned how much I love Chester Zoo?

In August we took a trip to Nottingham where my husband lived when he was small and went to visit the Attenborough Centre.

We also squeezed in an August visit to Dunham Massey to see their friendly deer. Had rather a lovely day there.

We also got our daughter's super A level results in August, guaranteeing her a place at the university of her dreams so it was time for celebration.

In September I began a course of radiotherapy which slowed me down a little so there are no photographs for September either. The course was not so bad and I got to ring a bell to say I was done and all clear in October so September was a good month.

Mid October saw us back exploring with a visit to the People's History Museum and the wonderful John Ryland's library in Manchester. We all went to the Museum of Science and Industry to the Robotics exhibition in Manchester for my birthday - but guess who left her camera at home?

November saw us back on Crosby beach, though quite what the Iron men were up to while we were away I don't know!

At the end of November I took a solo trip to Martin Mere for a brisk winter walk. The birds seemed pleased to see me.

At the beginning of December we took a trip to Speke Hall to see it decorated for a Victorian Christmas. It was rather lovely.

Looking back at all the photos, visits from friends, football matches and cinema trips, it has been a rather action packed year. We have been very lucky. Throughout this year the main thing that I have learned is that things don't count - only people do. I've also learned that my Mum was right that there is no point worrying about tomorrow you should just sit back and enjoy today.

I hope that your year has been a lovely one and that you are ready to enjoy the New Year that is coming. Look for the good in every day, it is there. Cherish happy moments and don't forget to say I love you.

I wish you all a joyous, healthy, love-filled 2018 xxx