THE SONGS OF A NIGHTINGAIL

  Clovelly (pronounced Clove-ily as in happily or merrily) Harbor. The light-colored building on the left is the Red Lion Hotel.   Clovelly is an historic, car-free village nestled on a cliff known for its cobbled traffic-free streets and working port. Visitors can park their vehicles at the visitor center up top and either walk down or take a Land Rover service, which operates from Easter to October, to the harbor for a small charge. The Land Rover service is a convenient way to get around the village, especially for those with mobility issues or who prefer not to walk the steep streets. Donkeys traditionally carried goods up the hill (they no longer do, but are stabled nearby for visitors to visit with), while sledges bring things down, which is a unique feature of Clovelly.’   The village itself is best explored on foot on a cobbled street leading down to the harbor with a few narrow dead-end side streets.  There are 83 houses in Clovelly and all of them...

  Within my extended family are several shutterbugs and especially at our Lake Tahoe summer reunions the cameras quickly come out and start clicking away! My cousin George and I accidentally started a fun thing one year that continued through many summers.  It began quite innocently.  He was taking a picture of our crowd at a camp potluck from one direction at exactly the same time I was taking a picture of the group from the opposite direction and we wound up taking a picture of each other taking a picture.  We laughed. The next year we did it deliberately, and the year after that, and the year after that until after a while others decided to get in on the fun and it became a sort of family tradition to be involved. J      1999 – My cousin Marian has her camera ready, my brother is shooting from the door of the RV, and George is snapping away straight at me. On the other end of that, yours truly & cousin, Ro, are shooting back! 1999 – my young...

  Looks like the fellow in this pic’ kicked off his shoes and left them parked to the side. Looks like my Mom, Lillian Adelle Whitney, and her Mom, my Grandma Louise, did the same thing. My Mom, now Lillian Adelle Whitney Bradley , on her honeymoon wearing  fancy laced-up beach shoes on Catalina Island Someone’s sandals parked on the beach.  Could’’ve been mine?  Might have been my daughters?  Hard to tell.  You’ll see why in a minute. These sandals left under the chair are definitely mine.  I recognize my camera case sitting on the seat. Those almost hiding next to this chair are my eldest daughter’s because I recognize her beach towel.  We both wore the same kind of sandals – same size, too.   They’re light weight and fasten every which way with Velcro.  I found them at Save Mart supermarket in Tahoe City several years ago and when we found out how comfortable and convenient they were, we bought out their supply of them ...