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Scud Buckets
I grew up in a home where every weekday evening, after dinner and the rosary, Mum would retire to the kitchen table with a deck of cards for a game of patience or a newspaper to do a crossword, and the older kids would retire to their homework, the younger kids to bed ,perhaps after […]
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A Golden Jubilee!
The image is a connection filled creation! The large print on the right was a wedding gift to my Mum and Dad in 1942. I’m not sure how it came to me but I found it again last year, had it restored and reframed and every time I look at it I am reminded of […]
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Reflections on a Book Burning.
It is Palm Sunday. There is a full moon tonight. I live on Awabakal Land. These three facts link me to my past, my present and my future. I was raised within a loving, safe, traditional Catholic family. My ancestors came from Ireland. Two of my grandchildren belong to the First Nation Wiradjuri People. Tonight I […]
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Peaceful Rest
The last few weeks have been pretty roller coaster like in terms of emotions. Difference between a real ride on a roller coaster though has been the depths and length of the “dips” and the tortoise paced dragging out from them up an incline like the rise to the top of Everest! Of course the […]
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Protected: A bit of a reflection on WATAC Zoom 11/8/2020
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Herd entitlement!
I haven’t been out much lately. I am starting to feel as though I am a virtual resident in a virtual reality. The world I grew up in and have reached the point of achieving the age of “vulnerability” in is one I seem to have left even though I am still breathing – unassisted! […]
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“You haven’t done much on your blog lately, Mum”
Well, the title is a statement of fact made by my son who is the sitting up child in this image. The other occupants of the cot are my first born, sixteen months older than him and me at the age of around 22. I haven’t done much on my blog recently. The conversation with […]
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Courtesy of the “VIRUS”!
These images were taken from the window of my car this morning, May 21st 2020. The site is Braye Park Hill. When I was a kid there were frequent treks from 90 Georgetown Road Waratah, up the hill to the lookout. Three sixty degree views for as far as the eye could see. On those […]
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“I Love Little Pussy“
It was Mother’s Day Eve, 2020. Excitement hanging in the air almost blotted out the pain of COVID19 lockdown. We were going to “ Zoom” together courtesy of our first born! The day before we had received a message from south of the border to introduce us to “Mollie” the rescue cat. “She’s a bit […]
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A Different April 25
Every morning I am awakened by the glow of sunrise through my bedroom windows. First comes the indescribable colour of the glow. Its not orange. Its not red. Unlike the intense fear instilled by the reds and oranges of the recent bushfire season, the glow is like a call to be. As it intensifies, the […]
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Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic 