Finding your way around London on St. Patrick''s Day and creating
that feeling of being alone in a crowd there
in my back pocket
of my stripped ladies pant suit was my Red
Notebook. to assist my
in my endeavours.
I had several encouraging comments on the phone to keep it
up to date ... philosophy and poetry ignite me hopefully in a
metaphorical not literal sense though in both senses I have
crossed the bridge when I arrived at it.
The RedNote book is full of scribbles and poems and notes
on whether my points are up to GOLD Club yet as they
are here in this city of residence ... or will my bank
stretch my account to the pointing of literally making
ends meet and will my details be correct in this
Red Notebook .
The Title I gave to this notebook is significant as each time
I choose a colour I am slung back to teaching and colour
coding for students... and am reminded of my European
students saying such phrases as "lets use red book today"
Why not! urged the lawyers in Ireland .. no reason at
all as perhaps I can become that true professional they
so love and cherish and the mistakes that all people
love to point to will truly disappear!
One poem I have selected from The Red Notebook is
My Mother a model in Ireland: Lovely woman
wonderful mother:
Eager to please: Best left unsaid: Without much joy:
My Mother: Feel in love with My Father: They begot Stella:
In that wonderful fantasy:
This poem is a light hearted look at the stories surrounding
us World War II and Post World War ll children .. in these
days very comic unlike childhood when all comments were
very serious ..
Keep on reading .. happy reading ...