Category prose

Dreams do come true

When I was about five I remember my grandmother asking me, “What do you want to do when you grow up?”. I immediately answered, “I want to be a nurse”. Unbeknownst to me at that time with the encouragement of my Nana, who I idolized, my dream and purpose was being formed. This became my dream […]

A teddy bear biscuit

It was after I had helped at a Remembrance Service I went to see a collage using beads, buttons and hearts with messages written on them made by the people who had attended. The service was held in a tree-covered court yard on a beautiful sunny autumn day for people who had lost love ones in […]

Gallipoli

People will gather early Anzac Day to remember and commemorate the supreme sacrifice of service men and women made during World War One and all those who have served in a war and peace keeping Soldiers landed on the shores of Gallipoli with huge loss of life fighting bravely in horrible conditions. Death pain and […]

Will I or won’t I?

I woke Sunday morning with “will I or won’t I?” going through my head. Will I get up and go for a walk or stay in bed for a while, eventually the “will I” won.  I dressed and headed out for my walk. It was a beautiful still morning with the air fresh from recent […]

One stitch at a time

“Lord grant that I may see the stitch until my dying day When the last short thread has been clipped and the scissors tucked away The work that I have done that other folk may see The pleasure that I have known Lord in the skills you gave to me”. Reading these words reminded me […]

Happy Mothers Day

During May 1961 nearing the end of my confinement Laurie decided it being so close to Mother’s Day that we would celebrate on the right day and date .He surprised me giving me a lovely cameo broach which remains a cherished possession. Later in the month we were able to celebrate again with a beautiful […]

Anzac Memories

While living on the farm Anzac day was a non-event until a school teacher addressed an assembly wearing his service medals. Anne and Debbie realised that their father was involved in the army but knew very little about his service. Like so many men it was not spoken about. They attended services at the Edenhope […]