Chicken Noodle Soup is always good for whatever ails you.
I recently learned that the Beaford Archive, in North Devon, is asking for help to document the day-to-day life of people’s experiences during the pandemic. They are looking for photographs which answer the question: “What are you experiencing right now?”
Everyone’s setting will be different. You may be at home with children, or with your parents, or caring for someone. You may be a key worker, or helping the neighbourhood, or working the land. All our lives are changing in ways great and small, and whatever you’re experiencing is worth saving and sharing with future generations.
I’m so pleased that they are doing this. The quotidian life is the one that we rarely see in history, but to me it is what makes history come alive. How people manage their day-to-day existence can be fascinating when you realise just how different it can be from town to town, country to country, century to century. Or in this case, month to month.
In our little corner of South Devon, we are more or less into our fourth week of lockdown (the kids, The Author, and I all started on different days), and we have been able to stay isolated and safe very easily. We are very lucky to be living in this beautiful, rural area, but the enforced seclusion has taken its toll on all of us in various ways. Noteworthy events from last week include:
I always tell the truth – especially if you ask me a question point-blank – so I’ll be upfront and tell you that there are some things I cook that my children refuse to eat. There doesn’t seem to be a huge amount of logic behind what they like, it just seems that they have all decided to have a position and for the time being they are sticking with it. It also seems to depend on their whims.
The Son has decided that cookies with fruit are disgusting (I think he thinks we’re trying to trick him into eating more fruit; he would be right.). The Oldest, who has always had the broadest of tastes, has suddenly decided that all vegetables are suspect, but in a surprise move, Continue reading →
Lately it seems that the kids have a pact to make sure that one or the other or all three is in a strop and possibly screaming. I chalk it up to hormones burgeoning and school work taking its toll, but that knowledge doesn’t change the misery. Despite their clamouring to be alone, and firm declarations of loathing for the others, the three of them seem to purposely seek each other out with the sole intention of torturing themselves, and in the process, their parents. The Author and I have tried all sorts of tactics, but the one that works best is –– oh wait, nothing works best. Continue reading →