Some time ago I asked a complete stranger to take a picture for me of a place where I once lived and had a very good time.
In 1989 I came to live in Old Hall, Little Plumstead Hospital. I made friends there that I haven’t forgotten and I never will. I lived and worked there, grew up, learned, loved and was loved.
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Sing for me my daughter for I cannot sing no more
Sing and praise the Lord for me, my voice is weak
Sing for me because my strength is gone
Sing for me and you to Him who loves us both
Sing as if there was nothing else to do
Sing with all the power you have within you, your heart and voice
Sing Him praise, pray, beg, cry, rejoice
Sing to thank Him, love Him give your life to Him
Little Lord Fauntleroy, getting reacquainted with the most beautiful book of my childhood.
Once, when I was 6 or 7 years old, I read Little Lord Fauntleroy, a book written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. And when I finished it I read it again … and again. And I never forgot. It was my first book with people from the grown ups world, where people could be mean. And then there was this little boy, capable of making these mean people nice and happy again. It fired my imagination to leave your own trusted surroundings and take a boat across the sea, no land around you and surrendered to God’s mercy and to go to a country and live in a castle.
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