pferguson | December 29, 2017
…Amidst the Peace For a few days in December 1940 the skies above London were without enemies. Christmastide, beginning at sunset on Christmas eve through St. Stephen’s Day (Boxing Day) was without the falling rain of incendiaries, high explosives, mines, fuzes, time delays and other harm from Dorniers, Heinkels and Junkers. The rain, the lightning […]
pferguson | December 23, 2017
Greetings Christmas and New Year I can only imagine a group of soldiers at Christmas with their thoughts of home. Glasgow, Aberdeen, Kirkcaldy, Dundee, Kilmarnock, Falkirk, Peebles and others. Though at home they may rise in the morning to different landscapes they are brothers in this trench, this town, this Scotland. To soldiers near and far, […]
pferguson | December 14, 2017
The Christmas Card and the Table Imagine please, if you will, MacKendricks. Chuntering as he did in the sanctity of his space MacKendricks had outlived – all family, all friends. Each day a similar caned path to The Thistle where with pewter near to hand he sat at an edge-worn, darkened wise table carved deep […]
pferguson | December 10, 2017
Dance to Remember I have known an army Christmas, with family together at home wherever home might be and an army Christmas where the Sergeant, posted to distant parts, is with us in spirit near to hearth and self. It is at Christmas that thoughts also drift to those unable to be with us. The […]
pferguson | December 2, 2017
The unique, the meaningful, the personal I wander about the stores and vendors attempting to find a little something to add to the Christmas season – something for someone special. It seems that the drizzle of the rain dampens the season as I struggle through endless offerings in search of the unique, the meaningful. More […]
