Y Teulu: The Family

                  Y Ceffyl Tywyll:  the dark horse  The only photo image that I could find of James Ramsey Fleming. Left to right: Nellie, Minnie, James holding is daughter Dorothy-Mae, in front, the  three Fleming brothers, Olive and James Orr.                      James Ramsey Fleming, for me, is where history meets rumor meets legend.  Finding the fine line that separates the three versions of "truth" is, to say the least, a challenge.  Especially when the subject of the story kind of spun his own tale depending on who was listening.            The one and only time that my own father, Kelvin Orr Fleming, mentioned Uncle Jim was when I was paging through some of the old family photo albums and found a faded image of a slim, dark gentleman kneeling next to a very find looking car from the late twenties or the early th...

                       Yr Arwr : The Hero Ivor, probably in his late eighties or early nineties My lasting memory of Ivor.  Maybe this is where my love of tractors and farming came from. This is not my last visit with Ivor; here I would have been 2 and I doubt I remember 2.                      In our youth, I think the majority of us have a predetermined idea of what a brave hero might be.  Fearless, physically dominant, tough, and commanding: Superman, Batman or maybe "The Daredevil".       And then we grow up and realize that heroes and bravery are barely more than a myth.  We meet some real heroes and realize that they were either highly trained professionals or they were regular people that did not completely understand or consider the threat they faced.  One common thread is that very few of these heroes considered the...