OLD MEMORIES COME TUMBLING OUT…

It’s been a strange few weeks Chez Dinahmow…  I’m still processing photos and memories from my recent trips. And trying to catch up with all the things I just left un-done.

And then… The Man had a week in Auckland to celebrate his mother’s 90th birthday.

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I would have liked to be there, too, but we couldn’t get a house/cat sitter.*

And while he was there, all manner of family memorabilia came to the top. There’s nothing like moving house  to have a really productive chucking-out of junk, right? And one of his brothers has done just that.Some old photos made their way into the portmanteau.

From our former home,1989. This flood closed roads for several days, though it doesn’t seem much in this picture. But certainly enough for me to do my Gene Kelly act! (In great big gumboots, yet!)

3-Tamborine  April25 1989

No, he was NOT wearing a wig! Can’t remember the occasion, but possibly a party!

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This I do remember. The year we both notched up the half-century. 

1-Dinah and Peter 1995 Dargaville

And I took this in 1981, a few weeks before we moved to live in Australia. The gate on the left leads to his family farm.That mountain in the background is Titiraupenga

Sandell Road 1981

And back to 2013…Among the many things that need to be done is arranging to have six  trees removed. Do you have any idea how sad that makes me feel? Six trees! All now far too tall for our small garden and two of them a threat to fences. So I’ve had some quotes and the job is slated for October 23. 

Ringing any bells? No? Well, it’s the blogiversary.  Perhaps I could offer some murdered trees…Well, I’d better think of something, hadn’t I?

Here’s a picture of the one I think I’ll miss the most. A lovely Casuarina. I’m going to miss the sound of soughing. And the opportunity to use the word “sough.”

Casuarina

* Geiger was diagnosed with diabetes while I was in Europe, so we didn’t want to put them in a cattery and our neighbour who usually feeds them was away. The cats have something to say about it, of course!

I MUST BE CERTIFIABLY CRACKERS!

I’m not sure who to blame for this nonsense…probably only myself for agreeing to it!

But it all started, long ago on a blog far, far away…Ellen admitted to having had a seriously bad hair-do and dared others to share similar experiences. Some chickened out. Big time!

And I had to do a bit of archival excavating to even come close. In fact, I go back at least a decade further. And there is, indeed, something comforting about reaching a “certain age.” We really are beyond caring if the youngsters laugh at our old-fashioned ways.

For anyone who cares to know…this was in Italy.

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Because you deserve a better picture…here are some Spangled Drongos.

And I am off to do some serious printing…ciao for now.