Tag Archives: family

The Wedding Photograph

Posted on November 22, 2021 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

My mother’s wedding photograph was notable in one degree only: she was smiling from the heart outward and love flowed from her eyes. Looking up at my father she clearly had found and married the man of her dreams and … Continue reading →

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Memory Lane

Posted on June 28, 2021 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Her dad is eighty eight,  not in the best of health: there is no choice: he must go to a home. The daughter is worried but her day is filled with work and battling through the grind of middle age. … Continue reading →

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A Question Of Priorities

Posted on October 7, 2019 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Her dad is eight seven and no longer in the best of health : there is no choice, he must go to a home. His daughter is worried for him but preoccupied with work and battling through the grind of … Continue reading →

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Letter From My Grandfather

Posted on February 5, 2018 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Going through my father’s papers recently, he died last year but we are busy people and it takes time to sift through the clutter which is other people’s lives, I found a letter which I read almost by chance, and … Continue reading →

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Reflective Gibberish

Posted on January 8, 2018 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Sitting at the company’s New Year’s Eve party, I raise my glass and murmur the words “Absent friends” because, let’s face it, the people here are not my friends! Not that I would say that out loud, because those in … Continue reading →

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The Solitary Letter

Posted on December 11, 2017 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I live in a remote part of the country and have worked for the last twenty years as a postman driving a mail truck from the depot in my town to every far-flung corner of the county, in almost any … Continue reading →

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A Lunch To Remember

Posted on October 25, 2016 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

I met Andrew Lascelles when I was an undergraduate at Kings College. I was an average student on the fringes of the room at parties, went to most lectures but as an attendee rather than person of note. Andrew had … Continue reading →

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One Last Drink

Posted on March 24, 2016 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Looking back it was like our last hurrah. A record of my “Heyday,” as I like to call it: marking our charge toward hoped for fame and glory with a photograph or two: me, Sarah, Sir Nigel as he became, … Continue reading →

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A Difference Of Outlook

Posted on February 29, 2016 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

One afternoon my Grandad said to me, “Son, to men, women always remain a mysterious entity while to women, men become a flawed utility.” He made the comment with a chuckle and it made me smile because I remember Grandma … Continue reading →

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Memoirs Of An Exile,

Posted on April 27, 2015 by Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Do you know how often you were loved? I do. Just once, and not by my own mother, brother or sisters. As children, and as a family, we lived in a sea of wreckage, trying to make sense of our own … Continue reading →

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