GROWING UP IN CEYLON

I Stand Amazed PRECIOUS MEMORIES     Welcome to join me in finding our story. Where does one begin a story? Once upon a time... There are numerous untold stories unfolding daily in each of our lives. Thanks to modern technology, I am finding old - and new friends - almost every week. It is hard for me to concentrate on a single line of my story.  Maybe I must write first to sort out the tangled threads of my life.  As I have lived around the globe, who knows what the final picture will be like. I welcome comments and reflections from my readers. I hope to add other blogs and posts as I go along. Just a few days ago I discovered a member of one family I knew 60 years ago in Ceylon. We never lived in the same town, but we met occasionally when we traveled with my father. Their two girls, a few years younger than me, sang beautifully. I envied their confidence, as I was terribly shy. I remember one tropical evening when I was ten. We had just return