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I started posting to jtns on 20 February 2010 with just one word, 'Mosaic'. This seemed an appropriate introduction to a blog that would juxtapose fragments of memoir and life-writing. Since 1996, I'd been coming to terms with the consequences of emotional and economic abuse that had begun in childhood, and which, amongst other things, had sought to stifle self-expression. While I'd explored some aspects of my life through fiction and, to a lesser extent, journalism, it was only in 2010 that I felt confident enough to write openly about myself. I believed this was an important part of the healing process. Yet within weeks, the final scenes of my family's fifty-year nightmare started to play themselves out and the purpose of the blog became one of survival through writing. Although some posts are about my family's suffering - most explicitly, Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story - the majority are about happier subjects (including, Bampton in rural west Oxfordshire, where I live, Oxford, where I work, the seasons and the countryside, walking and cycling) and I hope that these, together with their accompanying photos, are enjoyable and positive. Note: In February 2020, on jtns' tenth birthday, I stopped posting to this blog. It is now a contained work of life-writing about ten years of my life. Frank, 21 February 2020.

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Wednesday 1 June 2011

folk, morris, fertility cake

Didn't go out on Saturday for the late sessions--too tired.

Made it to see some music on Sunday night, though, and enjoyed the Morris dancing on Monday Bank Holiday.

Loved the way the Morris dancers kept going despite the rain, while spectators huddled under umbrellas and nibbled barbecue food. (And downed the odd glass, I dare say.)

It was great to catch up with old friends and have a couple of days off in the village.

Nibbled some crumbs of fertility cake at one gathering. The elderly baker of this cake suggested it was land that would benefit from the eating, not the eater of the cake. So, the allotment will be springing to life.

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