Monday, 29 October 2018

Glimpses of Past Lives - updated blog

I was fortunate to be given a small metal trunk recently.

It contained generations of photos, personal letters and other keepsakes. The letters spanned sixty years and were written not just to one person but between several family members located in Australia, New Zealand and England.

I carefully sorted through all the items putting the letters and photos in neat piles. I glanced at the assorted items of memorabilia and pondered, what does one do with a 75 year old plait of hair and 85 year old baby teeth in little bottles?

I turned back to the letters and photos and conscientiously sorted them into date order then selected the photos with notes on the back telling me who the people were or where they were.

I carried the pile of letters and selected photos tenderly into the lounge room, placed them on the table and made myself a cup of tea.  For the next few hours as I read the letters, and put the photos in perspective, I was immersed in the past.

The letters were handwritten, many in pencil and faded, but my interest in the story they told made compelling reading as I was transported back in time.

My trunk of memorabilia provided valuable information for research I am currently undertaking for my next book, but the people and stories have also inspired a future book.

I thought how sad it was we don’t write letters to family and friends today leaving information for generations to come how we lived and loved.

Today, communication with loved ones far away is by email, social media and texting. These formats won’t survive and the stories will be forgotten.

Have you ever considered writing your life story or keeping a journal? Regardless of our age we should consider passing on our ‘history’ to those who will follow us.

Monday, 22 October 2018

Approaching Breezes

Have you ever watched a breeze as it approaches? I have.

Betty Sharpe describes the experience very well in “The Year Ambles On” 

I just had an unusual experience. I watched a breeze approaching.

My eyes strayed to a clump of bushy gum trees standing quietly beneath morning sunshine. I suddenly realised that the highest tips had gently commenced swaying together, yet trees closer to me were perfectly still.

However, it was only a matter of moments before the whispering wind had also reached their bushy branches, where it exchanged airy messages gathered from paddocks just passed. Soon it was rustling its breathless way towards the next trees eagerly awaiting its call.

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Monday, 15 October 2018

If I Did Not Have Dogs

I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.

My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.

All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of dog hair.

When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through dog bodies who beat me there.

I could sit on the couch the way I wanted, without taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.

I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree, like doggie bones, stuffed animals or have to answer to people why I wrap them.

I would not be on a first name basis with three vets.

The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: "out", "sit", "down", "come", "no", "stay", and "leave him/her/it ALONE".

My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.

My pockets would not contain things like poo bags, dog treats and an extra leash.

I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L or F-R-I-S-B-E-E or W-A-L-K.

I would not look strangely at people who think having their ONE dog ties them down too much.

I'd look forward to Spring and the melting of the snow instead of dreading "mud season".

I would not have to answer the question "Why do I have so many dogs?" from people who will never have the joy in their life of knowing they are loved unconditionally by something as close to an angel as they will ever get.

How empty my life would be....

‘Scuse me while I go scoop some poop... 

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