Scanning The Past No. 2: Remembering Headington

Update! I have reconnected with Kathryn by email! Over 50 years later it is my hope that we will get to know one another again. 🌞

The Fall of 1969 my family moved to Kirtlington, Oxfordshire, England for a year. My Dad began a sabbatical and I was immersed in the life of an English school girl at Headington School.

I think often of that year- an eye opening and wonderful adventure- and wonder about the friends with whom I long ago lost touch. There are two women in particular: Kathryn S. and Carole P. I remember calling Kathryn’s mother on a trip to England in the mid-80’s and being told of her marriage to a London policeman but we never made contact. Where are you now KES?

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Stina (me) Kathryn (back) and Carole (?) This is a photo taken by my Dad on a return visit to Oxford a few years after the sabbatical.

Another snap of friends from school in the garden behind the house in Kirtlington.

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Stina, Rachel Popkin, Jane Perry, Eva Stewart (standing) Catriona Duthie ( now a successful Barrister whose father helped organize Dad’s sabbatical)

Weekly Photo Challenge: (happy) Nostalgia

I thought about the idea of ‘ nostalgia ‘ most of the day today. There is great joy in the memory- and the knowledge that weathering the emotional storms allows me to look at the photograph with love.

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Dad, Thea (just turned 40) and Andrew (also a 40 something…) at the North Lake Adirondack cabin on an August day 35 or 36 years ago. I took the photo and was a youthful 20- something 🙂

Chanel No. 5, Mother, and Mark’s birthday

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My mother wore Chanel No 5 all her life. I recall, as a kid, wondering why anyone would splash on toilet water! Gross! I could never figure out how something that smelled so lovely had such a dumb name.

Yesterday, while looking for something to wear to yet another job interview, I was inexplicably drawn to the Chanel counter. Near the bottom of the polished glass case were the bottles of No 5 Eau de Toilette. The young woman staffing the display took some out and spritzed a sample card. I immediately teared up! Mother might just as well have been standing beside me.

She and I were best buds when I was small; lunches out at Sibley’s or McCurdy’s department stores in downtown Rochester, NY (we always had chicken salad on white bread, crusts trimmed with a (shared) cheesecake chaser). At Christmas there was breakfast with Santa. Yes, I am a child of the fifties. 

And so, standing at the Chanel counter, I bought a little bottle of Chanel No 5, sprayed a tiny bit close to my heart this morning and thought of another whom I love, my brother Mark, who would be 67 today! Though not here in the flesh, he is with us is so many, many ways. Be sure to look for a rambly, photo-filled blog after Thnksgiving. We will be spending it with Mark’s widow and my nephew in Asheville, NC!