When I first wrote this I was puzzling over the appearance of how and what we perceive. Today the search for truth continues the layers of which remain elusive and undulating.
My mind sometimes rides on an endless roller coaster trying to sort out unsortable things.
Truth is one of those – the truth we think we see and the truth as perceived by another.
I had an old friend long ago. She was old in tenure and age with friends of all ages. As a matter of fact I and many others called her ‘Mum‘. She was born sometime around 1916 and lived in a large stately home her father had built in the town of Preston. She and her sister grew up learning good housekeeping from a very young age and when their school day ended they dusted both banisters of the front and back staircases.
She grew up well mannered, polite and demure as was expected of all ‘ladies’. She was always a lady.
We became friends in 1967 when I was a nursing student
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