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Where Memories Go Sally Magnusson Magnus Magnusson dementia Alzheimer'sWhere Memories Go, the brilliant and moving account of how Scottish broadcaster and author Sally Magnusson and her family cared for her mother Mamie during her long struggle with dementia, comes out in February 2014.

With Sally’s help we have created a Facebook page for the book. Our aim is to make it the place to find out more about Sally, her mother and the book; but also a forum for people who are affected, directly or indirectly, by dementia. The page is already up and running and we would be very grateful if you could take a look, like it and share it with your friends:

A little more info on the book…

Where Memories Go Sally Magnusson Magnus Magnusson dementia Alzheimer'sRegarded as one of the finest journalists of her generation, Mamie Baird Magnusson‘s whole life was a celebration of words – words that she fought to retain in the grip of a disease which

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is fast becoming the scourge of the 21st century. Married to writer and broadcaster Magnus Magnusson, they had five children of whom Sally is the eldest. As well as chronicling the anguish, the frustrations and the unexpected laughs and joys that she and her sisters experienced while accompanying their beloved mother on the long dementia road for eight years until her death in 2012, Sally Magnusson seeks understanding from a range of experts and asks penetrating questions about how we treat older people, how we can face one of the greatest social, medical, economic and moral challenges of our times, and what it means to be human.


I rarely drag my offspring into my blog, partly for their privacy but more importantly because they are taller and stronger. But yesterday we watched our daughter graduate.  It’s not often our family can be rounded up for anything approaching critical mass (like herding cats really) but yesterday we managed it.   Touchingly, her brother bought a suit because, as he put it,  ‘I didn’t want to be pointed out in photos for decades to come as The One Who Couldn’t be Arsed to Make An Effort’. Everyone in our pack looked bright and shiny and very very happy.  As did everyone else, so multiply that by 250 family units.

I knew we’d feel pride but I hadn’t expected to be quite so moved by the ceremony.  There was a great speech, pomp,  a Senate that made us feel like we were in Hogwarts and stirring music.  Her father and I teared up regularly.     The beautiful university hall was packed with other shiny graduands and parents.  The swell of love and pride in the hall was palpable, if it could have been hooked up to the national grid, all those wind turbines could have taken the day off.


There were our beloved children, rightly having their moment of glory for extraordinary achievement.  All that work,  late nights, anguished phone calls, pressure, student meals (and I use that term advisedly) shared accom, bills,  these last three years were hanging in the air and just disappeared as they walked through the looking glass, shook hands and collected their degrees .  This is what it’ll be like watching them get married, or have their own children – this was A Moment.  We love our children, we want the world for them and in this moment they were absolutely going for it. Glossy, clever and confident, they completely deserve it.

So today we just have the memories, the merchandise and the t-shirt, but daughter, I salute you.


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