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Notes from bygone years – June, June and yet more June
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A year ago
On 25th June 2022 we walked a section of the Cotswold Way, from Dowdeswell Reservoir a couple of hours south-east of Cheltenham, to Cooper’s Hill four miles or so south-east of Gloucester. The walk was 13 miles on a beautiful clear day with light haze, the Malvern Hills (on the horizon in the photo, but nearly lost in the haze) are 22 miles away.
We walked with Donna’s brother, Paul, and his wife, Vanessa; they do a lot more walking than we do. With stops along the way for coffee and lunch, it was a great experience. A steep climb up the scarp at the beginning and then a more gentle amble along the top took us to Cooper’s Hill.
Two years ago
In June 2021 we visited Malham Cove with the family, an area of limestone pavement in Yorkshire. Steep climbs up and down, but fantastic views and an astonishing area of deep and wides cracks to enjoy at the top.
Five years ago
In June 2018 I posted an article on JHM, ‘Adoption as an heir‘. In Roman society, wealthy people might adopt someone as their heir, to ensure that their life’s work would be continued. And this same notion would make sense in helping them to understand that a god might do something similar. Paul uses this tradition to explain that the One God of the Jewish nation doesn’t want us to be slaves or even employees, but heirs with Christ.
Ten years ago
In June 2013 I wrote about leadership, and how Jesus trained leaders. Like the Pharisees, Jesus taught his disciples how to teach. He did it by example, but he also took his closest followers away from the crowds from time to time to spend time teaching them personally in some detail. For more about this, read the original post.
Fifteen years ago
In June 2008 I wrote about ‘Jesus in the prison cell‘, with a video of an Iranian Muslim who met Jesus and decided to follow him. It was an extraordinary story. There are more recent videos, in much better video quality, but I have not watched those. You can find them by searching for Afshin Javid in the You Tube search bar.
Twenty years ago
In June 2003 we were going to meet for prayer and to hear what the Holy Spirit would say to us, but as there were only two of us, we instead took a walk up the riverbank. Here’s what happened.
Twenty-five years ago
In June 1998 Donna and I visited Kimbolton School where there was a summer fair with old cars and all sorts of stalls and events. We were able to see the inside of the house as well.
Thirty years ago
In June 1993 Judy and I took our daughter Beth and her French school exchange visitor, Julia, to see the Brecon Beacons.
Thirty-five years ago
In June 1988 we were still using a Sinclair QL for word processing with a green screen monitor (though the QL supported colour).
Forty years ago
In June 1983 I was experimenting with apple pollen tube growth at Long Ashton Research Station.
Forty-five years ago
In June 1978 Debbie was three and we met my grandmother (in the wheelchair) at my parent’s home in Cirencester.
Fifty years ago
In June 1973 Judy and I, along with my Mum and Dad, watched a hydrogen balloon (or perhaps a helium balloon) being filled and flying out of Cirencester Park. Amazing to see!
Fifty-five years ago
In June 1968 I was on a sandwich degree course at Bath University and was working hard on a fruit and vegetable farm. I had my first car at this time and was able to visit Judy in Cheltenham and my parents in Cirencester.
Sixty years ago
In June 1963 I was 14 years old and on a school day-trip to Coventry; I took a photo in the new central area of the city.
Sixty-five years ago
In June 1958 I was nine-years-old, in my 5th year at junior school.
Seventy years ago
In June 1953 I was four and chose a postcard of Mallard to send to my Granny-in-Ireland.
Seventy-five years ago
In June 1948 I was almost a full-term foetus, and had not yet seen the big world outside my Mum. >
Eighty years ago
In June 1943 my Dad was at boarding school. On 17th they held a fire drill in which he played the role of a casualty with two broken legs. Rendcombe College clearly took World War II seriously (as, of course, they should). >
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