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I worked for several years with a succession of autistic children—which mostly means boys—kids who were mainstreamed in regular education classrooms, with a classroom aide assigned to shadow them. That was me, the shadow. 

We also lived next door to a family who had an autistic son who became one of our son’s closest playmates, until we moved away at the end of elementary school. Chris, with his funny idiosyncrasies is the source of some very sweet memories, as well as moments of high drama. That’s what you get with autism, children who can be deeply involved when their needs and passions are directed and shared but who can sometimes find it frustrating when those needs are brushed aside. 

It’s typical for an autistic child to want to talk about dinosaurs—or whatever the passion is—and be frustrated while the rest of the kids have moved on to another topic. The autistic child is focused on that stegasaurus and exactly how cool it is, just not quite getting that the others don't shar…

British Isles Friday: Little pink houses for you and for me.



"Ain't that America, home of the free"?
No John Mellencamp, it's not. This little pink house is in London, on Elgin Crescent in Nottinghill. A street known for it's pretty pastel-painted row houses.

When I think of the colorful—colourful?—houses of Nottinghill, I think of rows of shining happy facades, neat as a pin. My mind skims right over the places where they need a touch up, the chipped white painted iron work of the front gate, the dirt that comes with the drizzle of the rain tainting the cornice over the front porch.

My photos from the trip that took us to London last spring clear the misty haze from my romanticized image, revealing the truth. As pretty as this pink house is, it isn't perfect. Still, I love it. I'm a fan of pink houses, turquoise walls, green doors, houses painted in the colors that you see on homes in the tropics.

They're not everyone's cup of tea, many preferring houses that come in shades of white and grey. How about you? Would you dream of painting a home pink or is pink a color that should be relegated to flower beds, silk blouses and a young woman's lipstick?

Posted for British Isles Friday at Joy Weese Moll's blog.


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  1. Hmm. We saw a lot of pink houses in Martha's Vinyard... Btw, the early pink houses were coloured with bulls' blood!

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    1. Ew! I'll never get that out of my head now.

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  2. I hope people look at my face the same way you skim over these houses!

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    1. I'm with you there! Constantly glad my husband needs glasses.

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  3. I love the door. There are great painted doors in Dublin, too. The fact that some of them need a new coat of paint just adds to the character.

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  4. True! Like the Velveteen Rabbit.

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