Remembering

Remembering

Remembering Sunbrick field, in Cumbria, where Margaret Fell and a host of 17th century Friends are buried. UNLIKE SOME FAMILIES, mine never had the tradition of visiting cemeteries to put flowers on graves. My father was not one to discuss the afterlife — or any faith...
The joy of reciprocity

The joy of reciprocity

The joy of reciprocity The track leading to Colthouse Meeting VISITING AMONG FRIENDS RECENTLY felt like oxygen to me, after COVID lock-downs and the forced cancelation of earlier travel plans. With Sophie’s hospitality of lunch and driving guidance (see below), and...
“You’re Not from These Shores, Are Ye?”

“You’re Not from These Shores, Are Ye?”

“You’re Not from These Shores, Are Ye?” USUALLY, WHEN I’M ASKED A VARIATION of the “Where are you from?” question, I get annoyed, because the questioner, maybe unwittingly, is claiming his/her territory, and I am perceived as ‘other’ — an outsider. When I was asked...
Spiraling Around

Spiraling Around

Spiraling Around By Margaret Fraser FACEBOOK REMINDED ME that it was ten years ago this fall that I drove a small delegation of Jewish and Roma Hungarian peace activists from Dublin Airport to Belfast and Derry/ Londonderry. This started a surprising-to-me decade of...