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Lorraine Roxon Harrington tells of the debt she owes to her mother.
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Lorraine Roxon Harrington tells of the debt she owes to her mother.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington pens a poetic plea for freedom from self-torture.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington says you are never too old to hang up a stocking on Christmas Eve.
...Remember we are are all the same
Human, flesh and blood...
Lorraine Roxon Harrington's poem is a plea for tolerance.
So whenever there is trouble
Though small they make it big
Lorraine Roxon Harrington writes about a couple united only by worry.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington has good advice for wives hose husbands take a mistress.
Now age has crept up on me
And suddenly I see
With the aid of spectacles
The true reality.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington, reflecting on the effects of time, thinks that perhaps one should not meet an old lover face to face.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington, who calls herself an inveterate sinner, writes a poem for this season of spending.
Golden Oldie Lorraine Roxon Harrington still has a thirst for new technology.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington becomes more and more familiar with her computer, realising that at an age when her grandparents were sitting in rocking chairs, shuffling about the house, never going anywhere, she is a Golden Oldie, willing to learn new skills and sample the wonders of the Internet age.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington, venturing where more and more folk in their seventies are boldly going for the first time, decides to surf the Net.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington thought she had reached a stage in life when there was nothing she needed, wanted, or could be tempted to buy. Then she encountered…THE COMPUTER.
Lorraine Roxon Harrison is an agnostic. "I believe there is something, but not a He. I believe in life after death.'' While considering such matters, she wrote this cheerful poem.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington writes about an escape from the bleakness which some experiene in old age.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington writes a moving tribute to a very special lady, her fesity friend Pam.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington suggests that the so-called Good Old Days should perhaps be thought of as the Bad Old Days.
When Lorraine Roxon Harrington's grandson Gabriel was killed in a road accident some years ago she wrote this profoundly moving reflection on his life and times.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington concludes her dramatic account of living in London during the grim days of World War Two, when hundreds of thousands of civilians dreaded the menacing drone of approaching bomb-ladened German planes.
Earlier chapters of Lorraine's account of her wartime childhood on the Isle of Dogs can be read by clicking on her column title, She's Back Again, in the menu on this page.
Lorraine will indeed be back next week with the first of a series of contemporary columns.
Her account of her wartime childhood is archived in the Imperial War Museum www.iwm.org.uk
"It was a nightmare. There was the smell of burning everywhere. Water was pouring out from the mains, flooding the roads. Chemical factories were still exploding. People walked about in a daze, not knowing what to do...'' Lorraine Roxon Harrington describes in harrowing detail the days during World War Two when German bombs rained down on London.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington has vivid memories of worrying about a chewing gum incident, after being evacuated in the early days of World War Two to a grand country house.
When she and her three brothers were evacuated into the country from bomb-ravaged London during the war Lorraine Roxon Harrington had to be "little mother''.
Lorraine Roxon Harrington spends some time at a school on a private estate during the war years, when London was under attack.
"Grandma would never put on the gas light till it got very dark. She was left a widow with seven children when she was forty and had learned how to live on a very tight budget. We would sit in the glow of the firelight. I would talk, and she would listen...'' Lorraine Roxon Harrington continues her lively account of growing up in London's East End.
Lorraine Roxon Harrison recalls the days when people took trouble with their appearance. She tells of happy times at Millwall Central School - and of a doll called Rosebud.
Toilets in the back garden... Huge horses pulling drays loaded with barrels of Whitbread's beer... Queuing for sixpenny cinema seats... The mighty Wurlitzer organ... Lorraine Roxon Harrington continues her lively account of her childhood days in London's East End.
"Some nights the toffee apple man would come round the streets, always walking in the middle of the road with his barrow. We would hear him call 'Two A Penny Toffee Apples' just after we children were tucked up in bed...'' Lorraine Roxon Harrison continues the fascinating story of her "Cockney Sparrow'' childhood in London's East End.
Today we have the pleasure of introducing a new Open Writing columnist, Lorraine Roxon Harrington. Lorraine was a model for a top London fashion house, a businesswoman and a highly successful charity fund raiser. She has lived in various parts of England, New Zealand, and her home now is in Queensland, Australia.
Lorraine has a lively mind and a fund of rich experiences. She will be contributing week by week to this Web magazine, writing under the title She's Back Again.
By way of an introduction Lorraine brings a vivid description of her early life in The Isle of Dogs, which is in London's East End. She grew up there during the war years, and her story is archived in London's Imperial War Museum.