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Helping you share your life stories with your loved ones for generations to come


Meeting two astronauts, 30 years apart

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When I was 4 or 5 I met an astronaut. A cousin of my father's was his driver. I guess back then astronauts had drivers because they couldn't be trusted to drive a car - in case they thought it was a rocket. I don't think we talked much. He shook hands with me. And then he talked to my mother. He had spent 2 days in space in total. I'd have called this a weekend joy ride, as...

Да нарисуваш пеперуда (To draw a butterfly)

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От Александра Грашкина Разказвала ли съм ви как имах наказателно домашно по рисуване? В пети клас трябваше да нарисувам пеперуда и крилата все не ставаха идеално симетрични. Затова госпожата идваше, късаше ми листа и ме караше да почна отново. Аз симетрична пеперуда не можех да нарисувам тогава, сега също не мога, но тогава още не беше ясно, че положението е непоправимо. Иначе аз пепе...

The inflation of Christmas presents and the joys of giving

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Just in case you misheard “the joys of giving” as “the choice of giving”, please make no mistake! There is no choice.  My son was a strong believer in Santa Claus until his teens. I am not entirely sure why he was so religiously attached to an old bearded man visiting once a year. It must have been something around his incentives to believ...

An entrepreneurial childhood

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Have you heard the phrase "children are born entrepreneurs". In my childhood I used to spend my summers earning money by collecting snails and herbs and selling them to the local co-op for export to faraway lands. Collecting snails was great fun: wandering ...

A Pumpkin Pie I Will Never Forget

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  Grandpa Reinhard was always old. At least to me he was always old. I was the first of his great grandchildren and he was 78 years old when I was born. Even as a kid, I remember him as short, pudgy with a shuffling walk. He had a bushy white mustache and he combed his gray hair straight back. It was never totally white. He always wore a long slee...

The assumptions of a 100-m run

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Sometimes they tell you what the rules are. And sometimes there are no rules. But there are times when they don't tell you all the rules, assuming you know them. This is what happened in my first 100-m run at school. The Ph...

My first encounter with the Internet

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I used to listen to the BBC World Service in the mid 1990s. At some point around 1996 the hosts started mentioning a strange WWW at the end of each programme. I thought it funny. What could that be? I could feel something fundamentally new was coming but I didn't have any idea how big it would become. I started using the Internet after I got my first university email address ...

A fruit story

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I've always had a special relationship with fruit, ever since my childhood. Both my sets of grandparents had big gardens, with many fruit trees and bushes. Whenever I would visit, my grandparents would send me off deep into the garden with instructions what fruit were ripe to pick and eat. I didn't have to ask their permission though - I would go foraging for fruit w...

A guinea pig up my trousers

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My friend bought a guinea pig from the pet shop: white, brown and black. It was the cutest and cuddliest animal I had ever seen. We would play with the guinea pig and let it walk around the room, exploring the known world and occasionally venturing into the unknown - outside in the corridor. One day my friend decided to try something new: put the guinea pig in my t...

My first day at school

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By Per Sona Grata. I remember my first day at school with one key thing: a giant letter "A".  Many of them.  In my first class the teacher wrote the letter A on the blackboard and asked my classmates to write it 10 times on the first line of our notepads. I duly did.  Only later did I learn that "the first line" was meant to mean ...