Yesterday afternoon Ma phoned me about something.
She had been talking to my baby sister in Oz. I have to add here that my baby sister is 50..but she is still the baby of the family.
Recently my sister went to the Whitsunday Islands for a birthday break...that sounds very exotic doesn't it.
Well the place is exotic. As my sister lives in Queensland it isn't actually that far from her home.
I don't quite know what it is about Australia...the folk there think nothing of driving 400 miles to go to a barbecue. It must haave something to do with the vastness of the country.
Anyway, Ma was talking about Nessa's litle break, and we got to reminiscing.
One memory tumbled from her brain and this was followed swiftly by another.
I added my two pennorth and very soon we were laughing and giggling like two silly school children.
We remembered going up the Glasshouse mountains and eating fresh strwberries that we had bought in a shopping mall and taken with us....a tourbus full of Japanese tourists drew up and they watched us tucking into juicy fat strawberries and began looking in the foliage to see if they could find some.
We remembered going to King Beach and Nessa, myself and her daughter going in the sea...which was far rougher than it looked......Nessa was tossed about by the waves and bobbed up on the sand minus her top...fortunately the beach had only us on it...we recall going out in the car and Ma was telling a story about one of our escapades...and she couldn't tell the story for laughing....and I couldn't tell the story for laughing either.....my neice who was about 12 at the time was looking at us as though we had been on some illegal substance.......when really it was only the joy of life and the experiences we had enjoyed together.
Recounting these experiences yesterday lifted Ma's spirits...made her laugh.
The memories had been like a snowball that is rolled and rolled, and gets a bit bigger and more splendid....It was just lovely to share them.
She had been talking to my baby sister in Oz. I have to add here that my baby sister is 50..but she is still the baby of the family.
Recently my sister went to the Whitsunday Islands for a birthday break...that sounds very exotic doesn't it.
Well the place is exotic. As my sister lives in Queensland it isn't actually that far from her home.
I don't quite know what it is about Australia...the folk there think nothing of driving 400 miles to go to a barbecue. It must haave something to do with the vastness of the country.
Anyway, Ma was talking about Nessa's litle break, and we got to reminiscing.
One memory tumbled from her brain and this was followed swiftly by another.
I added my two pennorth and very soon we were laughing and giggling like two silly school children.
We remembered going up the Glasshouse mountains and eating fresh strwberries that we had bought in a shopping mall and taken with us....a tourbus full of Japanese tourists drew up and they watched us tucking into juicy fat strawberries and began looking in the foliage to see if they could find some.
We remembered going to King Beach and Nessa, myself and her daughter going in the sea...which was far rougher than it looked......Nessa was tossed about by the waves and bobbed up on the sand minus her top...fortunately the beach had only us on it...we recall going out in the car and Ma was telling a story about one of our escapades...and she couldn't tell the story for laughing....and I couldn't tell the story for laughing either.....my neice who was about 12 at the time was looking at us as though we had been on some illegal substance.......when really it was only the joy of life and the experiences we had enjoyed together.
Recounting these experiences yesterday lifted Ma's spirits...made her laugh.
The memories had been like a snowball that is rolled and rolled, and gets a bit bigger and more splendid....It was just lovely to share them.
