ABOUT PAMELA
About Pamela Kalinowski
Pamela Drake was born in October 1946. Like me, she was a scientist – a marine biologist. But she also liked poetry – ordinary poetry, straightforward poetry – and she had a bookshelf full of poetry books.
We were together for 49 years, and lived at our home, Oaklea near Woodhall Spa, Lincolnshire, in the UK’s East Midlands, for 40 years.
Oaklea became very precious to us over these four decades, not least because we raised our three children – two daughters and one son – there.
But also, because it became our retreat, our “castle”. Set in a secluded parkland of 17 acres, and surrounded by nature reserves and Forestry Commission woods, it includes a 7-acre wood at the bottom, which was created by me and Pam, and which we started planting in 1992.
You can visit the Oaklea website, which has largely been left as it was when Pam and I created the website in 2006.
Pam passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly in September 2014, dying peacefully in my arms at our home from a brain haemorrhage.
We were together for 49 years, and lived at our home, Oaklea near Woodhall Spa, Lincolnshire, in the UK’s East Midlands, for 40 years.
Oaklea became very precious to us over these four decades, not least because we raised our three children – two daughters and one son – there.
But also, because it became our retreat, our “castle”. Set in a secluded parkland of 17 acres, and surrounded by nature reserves and Forestry Commission woods, it includes a 7-acre wood at the bottom, which was created by me and Pam, and which we started planting in 1992.
You can visit the Oaklea website, which has largely been left as it was when Pam and I created the website in 2006.
Pam passed away very suddenly and unexpectedly in September 2014, dying peacefully in my arms at our home from a brain haemorrhage.
Personified pleasure to exchange, from thrilling first to loving last. In equal measure we gave gifts, both bursting hearts – held fast.
And my sotto voce “Thank you!” And your smile – just fine. As we lay, soft breathy, on our pillowing cloud nine. A lifetime of shared bestowal and receipt. All done – lost – and won – in a heartbeat.
To a Late Wife – Making Love
This book is a tribute to Pam, a much-loved wife and mother. Pam was cremated, and never had a headstone, so this book is a memorial to her.
