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Aunty Liz

 

 

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Aunty Liz with Maddy and me on a fish and chip outing!

Alway, always, always in our minds, and forever in our  hearts. Let Maddy wash you clean with her pink tongue ; let Gina, and Snoopy dance at the reunion.

I arrived at Margaret Doody House on the Monday; on the Tuesday we visited her in Hospice,.  We were lucky to  see our beloved friend ., Apparently, she had called for the priest  the night before to administer the last rites. And still she lived to see us – how grateful were we. Continue reading

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Annoying health update

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THEY SEEK HIM HERE, THEY SEEK HIM THERE …

So, you thought I had vanished entirely …. 3 months without so much as a by-your-leave …. read on….
So, here I sit in deepest, darkest Australind, sheltered,safe,. secure … and pitiful. I have books to read that Heather (my sister) dribbles down to me here but it is Australind after all. And Collie is just the other side of the hill and is our birth-place. Deja vu.
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Wisteria glory recalled

I once made a hand-held movie of the wistaria tunnel at Sheldrake Way. It was a time when the tunnel was full in bloom, before the bees droned in in their dozens to gather pollen, before Madeleine (the wonder dog) had a chance to develop an allergy to them, and at a time when Robert and I still ruled the world with parties and celebrations, and before unwellness, displacement, and dependence became my new norms a time when my nimble fingers skipped eagerly upon keys and made the piano (and the computer ) dance with delight upon my approaching. Continue reading

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The sun whose rays ..

 

Gilbert & Sullivan were a favourite …. recall Yum-Yum. “The sun whose rays …. ”   Gloria Wilson, that beautiful lady, that most pugnacious of singing teachers, that wise woman, has finally been called home.  And those rays of gold, of russet and rose, are now dimmed at dusk.  Rest you.

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New beginnings 

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Yesterday I left Sheldrake Way for the second time in less than 10 years. Robert and I have separated after 14 years, and I have moved out of our home first acquired in 1985. 14 unmissable years. Madeleine and I are living with Aunty Heather in South Perth and she is taking excellent care of us. She loves the puppy very much. Continue reading

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Song. For Anthony

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In my life, the mind of Anthony burns bright as a beacon of wit, a flame of erudition and eloquence. He illuminated my young-mans poor imagination.His turn of phrase could both delight and inspire, and I hoped secretly one-day to be half the writer, half the artist he impressed me as. Continue reading

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Shirley 90: excerpt

Here is an excerpt from the recently published ‘Shirley 90’. It took a mere 6 days from the time of emailing the file (to San Fransico) to the receipt of the book – handsomely printed and bound, securely wrapped in a padded post bag, and tossed over the gate and onto the cement driveway with the kind of devil-may-care nonchalance you expect from an Aussie tennis player.

So proud to deliver this tribute to our Mum on her 90th birthday (she opened the birthday box and exclaimed “Oh, I’m on it …”. Yes, Mum … and throughout it.

My fondest wish is that she enjoys the chapter on her father, ‘The General’ as it represents significant research into a shadowy but public figure! (read it and you’ll see what I mean)

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Mum turns 90 on Wednesday

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The 21 year old

What a milestone! What a  mother!!

To mark the occasion we are taking her to see The Lion King.

And in March, the family will join her aboard the liner Astor for a 6-day cruise to Esperance and back.

Also on offer, an unauthorised biography titled Shirley 90; 150 pages, the second half dominated by a picture gallery, and the front by an 11,500 word essay. The book is divided into sections, each carrying such titles as The General (about her father, who was Mayor of Collie and an active union leader); The Collie of a Childhood; Working Woman; Well-travelled; Ruffled Feathers (a fictional account of the demon she would become on the badminton court); The Cloak of Faith; and On Children (an oral history date August 2021). I’ll put up an excerpt later.

Meanwhile, raise a glass to a mighty, and much loved, lady … Happy Birthday from Robert and me, and Heather … and all our children (woof woof). Continue reading

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Post from Piper

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He was somewhere in the house, and I heard him well before I found him.

It was the sound of suppressed mirth (remember that from school days in the library, and kids around a joke book … or in the biology section?), and he was on the living room rug, underneath the coffee table and rolling around, the cherry-wood legs of the table suspending its glass-top, and he was underneath it, wheezing and chortling.

“Jackson?”, I yelled. and he sat bolt upright, banging his head on the table. His face, ablaze with comedy one minute, lapsed into painful tragedy the next before resuming the former. He was holding onto something other than his head. “Give”, I said, in a voice usually reserved for Maddie and some chocolate-wrapping’ed victim. Continue reading

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Our dog is a wag

Our dog is a wag; and I don’t just mean of the tail-bending, friend-making variety. Nor, for that matter, is she a wag-tail of the nesting, chittering, chattering, swooping type that used to fly at her outside the Malcolm  Street apartment – she used to look at them with disdain , she called them Mr and Mrs Wal and Willy Wagtail. No, our dog is a wag, and she most resembles her grandad Tom. They both loved words.

When we walk in the morning past the house of Bear, a big brown labrador, she says “g’day Bruin”. Further down the street she sniffs at his lamp post, and says to me, smiling, “look, the pole of bear … a polar bear”. Trotting past the home of the elderly kindly gent who always asks “how’s the little doggie?”, if she sees his crabbing boat in the driveway, she calls out “Mr Crabby” (I blush).

But best of all is if we see happy Charlie in the leafy park – tiny, blackened, poodle-ised Charlie – skipping up the path, off-lead and full of the mere bright day’s delight. Oh, happy days! A growl for a play, and a mad circle. Behind Charlie, owner Tim, and behind Tim, Charlie’s other companion, slow-moving, grass-sniffing, obdurate Bronte, old, frail … Maddy hides. Peeks at Bronte. Peeks at me. Back to Bronte, then me, then speaks … “Do you think … do you think, maybe … do you think that Bronte saw us?” I laugh, of course. Our dog is a wag!

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