There’s a “new kid on the block” on the funeral scene around York and she brings with her a slightly different approach. I had heard about her from another funeral director when I was looking for an end of life Doula to interview for the blog. Her name is Kerry…
Who would have thought that a simple two-week work placement with a local funeral director would have such a far-reaching effect for a young Hayley Richmond, from Huntington School? It left Hayley knowing exactly what she wanted to do. True to her ambition, at only 17 she secured her first…
Today we have a post kindly written for us by guest writer Geraldine Mace. You can learn more about the services offered by Geraldine here. When someone dies it is devastating, sometimes it has been expected, sometimes it is sudden and shocking, and it hurts. Everyone feels their grief at…
Venture through the, rather austere looking, huge black Victorian wrought iron gates on Cemetery Road in York, and you may be in for a surprise. You could be forgiven for thinking you had walked straight into the pages of “The Secret Garden” by Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett. Such is the…
When we hear the term “key workers” most of us automatically think of those workers from the NHS, Emergency Services, Carers, Shop Keepers, Refuse Collectors, Farmers and Supermarket workers. Seldom do we hear any talk of those involved in funeral services – the people who care for the dead -…
This is the second post from guest writer Judith Morris, Proprietor of York Tutors. York Tutors provide top quality language courses to students for whom English is a second language. Their groups range in size from 10 to 110 and stay in homes in and around York. From The Pen…
Are you overwhelmed with a sense of loss? We can help! We are delighted that Geraldine Mace – a leading Grief and Relationship Coach based in York – has kindly agreed to guest write for us. Here is a little introduction to Geraldine and what she does. Please share with…
“The hardest thing for anyone to do is open that door and walk through it. I see people walk past the window time and time again, but they don’t want to come through the door. Sometimes they walk past 4 or 5 times before they enter.” It’s an incredibly perceptive…
On a bright and sunny Spring morning amidst the daffodils, sweet-scented hyacinths and ancient gravestones in York Cemetery there sits a solitary figure, patiently tip-tapping at the delicate stone in front of him. We hear him before we see him, his hammer and chisel strangely in tune with the birds…
Growing Up “On The Farm” If, with retrospect, I could choose a childhood for myself I would choose exactly the childhood I was privileged to enjoy: that of growing up on our family farm in Tholthorpe. It was amazing. Not only did it shape my whole life in a way…