Category Archives: Blarney Family

Finding the Love in Clover

My grandmother, although naturally curious, was a stranger to Google. Age and infirmity kept her away from the keyboard, and meant she left this life with unanswered questions about red clover. My Gran liked red clover and I thought of her when I noticed … Continue reading

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Full to Bursting

The lady in the dry cleaners looked at me and looked at my gigantic rack of fresh-pressed clothes. Or perhaps I mean my rack of gigantic fresh-pressed clothes. “You and your clothes are not the same size” she said. “Your … Continue reading

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The keys to number 42

The Campbells have moved in to number 42. They are a young married couple as my parents were when they bought the brand new bungalow in 1957. My dad was its one careful owner until he died in October. We … Continue reading

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Pictures of the Year

This year I did not so much lose my father as learn to hold him close to my heart and appreciate him as part of my own essence. The pictures of him below were taken by my sister just a … Continue reading

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Painted Ladies

The Cackler is going nude this Christmas whereas I plan to be sensuous, albeit fully clothed. I refer of course to two perfumes in the Estee Lauder range. She’s Nude in Yorkshire and I’m Sensuous in Itchy Ankle. On both … Continue reading

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Words for my father

This blog has lost its most steadfast reader. My father W.M. Barron, who died on Tuesday October 18, 2011, was not always a fan of everything featured here, but to his credit he never tried to censor the Blarney Crone … Continue reading

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The wisdom to know the difference

My Dad has anaplastic thyroid cancer. It will kill him, perhaps in months, maybe in weeks or days. My brother and sister are with him and I will be there in a week. He has a tracheotomy and a feeding … Continue reading

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Life in the old dog yet.

My father, a man who will not see 80 again, may just have been diagnosed with what the Americans call Mono, the Brits call glandular fever–and the world knows as the kissing disease. Just sayin…

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The Near-Perfect Day

The day started with a delivery of a bumper birthday box from Scottish Susan. She sent some fancy soap and lotion, a lovely orange pen and notebook and two cookbooks to help with my calorie counting and portion control: Lighten … Continue reading

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Letter Home

Dear Family and Friends, I leave Duke Diet and Fitness Center this weekend and it is good to know that I will have your understanding, encouragement and company as I strive to continue to look after myself back in the … Continue reading

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