I have been reading a most fascinating book about the story of Italian Migration to the Myrtleford district of Northern Victoria. This area was for a long time a major spot for the production of tobacco. There are now no licenced tobacco producers but ten kilometres up the Ovens River Valley some of the best hops is grown. The book is not about the growing … Continue reading Yvonne and u3a.
I was wondering if there was any amongst you who could draw a simple childlike illustration for the following poem. I went down the street. I was looking for a cat. I saw a big man with a very big hat I said, ‘Why are you wearing a hat like that?” He said, ‘I’m looking for a man who is looking for his cat’. … Continue reading A request of sorts
I wish to apologise. I have been busy writing the essential novel. This means I haven’t kept up with everybody’s posts. But I still selfishly want you to keep up with mine. So I have dredged the depths and am reposting the following. If you have seen it before then I rejoice in the knowledge that we have been friends for a long time. If … Continue reading Dying in the night
The following was posted Feb 12 2014 on an earlier blog that I had. There were three comments. It is such a while ago that I need to set the picture straight on the wall. When she was about 40 years old my mother was in a very bad accident. We all were actually but she was hurt the most. She spent about a month … Continue reading Grandma’s cooking.
A small boy’s lament. I haven’t seen my grandma or my grandpa And I haven’t seen my aunt or uncle too. I played outside alone with my puppy But I’d really like to play outside with you. Last night we put a tent up in the garden And pretended we were camping on our own But my little baby brother started crying … Continue reading Coronavirus camping