Author’s Note

What better time to reminisce and jot down memoirs than when you have time on your hands, say during a period of ‘lockdown’. A familiar word, even more common these days, has been bequeathed to our world since the month of March 2020.

Off and on, since then, the entire human race has been following rules concerning our need to isolate in order to prevent the spread of the virus Covid-19. Which has led to a cornucopia of unfamiliar words such as ‘social distancing’, ‘bubbles’, ‘pandemic’, ‘zoom bom-bing’, ‘key workers’, and ‘covidiot’. It’s all been quite puzzling and scary for us, and lonely and strange. We grieved and fretted, as death rates and hospital admission statistics rose alarmingly.

 And so, we inhabited a ‘brave new world’ in our everyday lives, with very little human contact or touch, outside of the family circle. We so missed our full-on tight hugs. Initially, to use my time wisely and take my mind off ‘the bug’, I began making videos of all my songs; some of my friend’s compositions among them. My second project was this — a book of memoirs, and how I came to faith in God.

I would like to dedicate this book to my six grandchildren: Luke, Katie, Leah, Daniel, Jake, and Jack. And of course, my husband, Bob. How could I ever have done all that I have done without his love and support? The love of my life.