Littlest One

I am the youngest of four and my father affectionately called me ‘Littlest One’ even into my late 40s – he died when I was 49 and he was 89. Not only was it age relevant but also factual as I dipped out on the tall genes that my 6ft 4 twin brothers bagged, and my sister was always, and still is, inches taller than my apparently average 5ft 3 inches.

When I created this site it was immediately translated as “Little Stone” by the search engine. I will happily take this as my alter nickname and I’m sure my siblings will confirm that I can be as annoying as a small stone in the wrong place. I would like to think I was more of a smooth edged pebble but I am also very aware of my more stubborn characteristics.

There are stories to be told about about our lives growing up – some of it idealistic and full of joy in memory – other parts quite the opposite. I have chosen to write down my version of events as they will be quite unique to me. Even though we grew together with the same parents many of our experiences were entirely different as children. This will make sense later on I hope.

For now – this is where we start, and who knows where it will take us.