The Man with the Spear

“Stop!” screamed Alice, her voice filled with fear. A man brandishing a spear had stepped into the road, blocking the path of our car. He was dressed in shorts, boots, a uniform shirt and a heavy winter coat. We held our breath and stared in front of us, terrified. In the early 1970’s my father … Continue reading The Man with the Spear →

Cloughmills Crochet Club

Stunned, I stared at the door, it was shut tight. After waiting for weeks, and traveling thousands of miles, I was locked out. Disappointment overwhelmed me, this was not the outcome I had envisioned. Months earlier I had read an “Atlas Obscura” article about the Crochet Club of Cloughmills in Northern Ireland. The ladies of … Continue reading Cloughmills Crochet Club →