May 15th, 2016 and little progress has been made. I seem to have been distracted by life in general and golf in particular.

My current project is writing about my grandmother, Agnes Sunderland. I have asked for input from my siblings and cousins and pretty much anyone who knew her. We all have our memories and different perspectives - all positive.

Hearing from others and what they remember has jogged my own memory. Sometimes I think that the story will never end as things come to mind at unlikely moments. I had completely forgotten about the humbugs and peppermint patties. Nanny always had some of these in her room as treats. She particularly loved humbugs. Can you still buy these candies? I liked them but they were never my favourite.

Memories of her seem to revolve around food in some way. Every summer she would make pickles and chili sauce. I hated the smell as she stewed the sauce as it pervaded almost the entire house. Maybe it was her way of making me go outside to play. If the weather wasn't nice I'd go down to the basement to escape the smell. I still can't eat either one.