Not so long ago I went with my eldest to Hanging Rock - it's an amazing place and had never been there till a year ago  - has a special spot in our family's heart as way back in the late 1990's we did our own version and called it "Don Rock". Don got to play little fat Eadie and Tom the Coachman - I was Mrs Applecart, Melissa Mme de Poitiers and Alison was of course Miranda - as you can see easily it wasn't rehearsed at all but we all knew the story... good times... has been a pretty rough patch this year - this daughter and I were defrauded of a lot of money we couldn't afford by a known criminal. etc etc - so things like this in simpler times feel pretty good to remember.
Here's the you tube of Don Rock https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qb9dudfvuZg

Forty six years ago on 17th June Dad was hit and killed by a wealthy drunk driver.

He was never charged. Money talks. But every year since then I have lit a candle for my dad.

 He is remembered and loved still. He was a good father and we were lucky to have him.

.we still have him in our hearts. He left school age 12 during the depression..

He went to work then helped look after his family. He never stop working till the day he died

Always he was looking after other people but even so he laughed easily, told jokes and was 

a good firm but gentle father RIP my Dad.

Something amazing happened today which I can't talk about here right now but it happened 

on my dad's anniversary and I'll always remember that.

About ten years ago i got the Coronial records - it was 

a shocking miscarriage of justice. The driver a 

businessman from Glen Innes had been on a pub crawl 

down the highway but this was never mentioned even 

though the Constable queried him - but as fate/ karma 

had it many years ago I met a man who was 

researching family history - found out we were third 

cousins...turned out 

he lived next door to this drunk driver. Turned out my 

cousin and his wife helped this drunk driver's wife keep 

her house as her husband was planning on moving a 

mistress in and chucking out his wife and family...he 

died a sad old man nobody cared about...whereas Dad 

died and is remembered with love...could not believe 

the coincidence that a close rello lived next door all 

those years and finally we met.

 

Today and right now it's only hours before my husband was killed by medical bastardry...the final insult and crime was the local doctor taking away the ventilator when Don wanted a bit more time - just to be with us. That mongrel prick and a turd no doubt thinks he is a good doctor - but he is a criminal as far as our family is concerned. So now as the beautiful autumnal day winds down. the soft sun takes the light - as it did on the day Don was killed - The candle is lit ;

 the photos near...and I remember our life together; our children; the hard and good times; the fun and wickedness - the deep compassion he had for us all...I will go on living the years he was denied... how could I not. That would be feeding the mongrels who killed him. I will look towards the light; remember the love and fight when i can for justice if not for us then for others. Rest in Peace my lovely man. 4/7/1950 - 17/7/2007. On my birthday in 2007 (February) he got the nurse - I think it was Skye - unsure - to put his present to me, over his head so he could give it to me - he couldn't have wrapped anything so beautifully as the way this was given to me. it's a gold chain with two hearts...and I wear it all the time... too many men lose the romance with time - not this one and I was so lucky to have had what so many do not. Thank you so very much Don.

 Some lovely photos of my old place at Craggy Island. The new people are wonderful and love the place as much as we did - the kids have horses and dogs and room to run - a good place for kids and family and am pleased for them.

"Dirty Waters, Dangerous Fish"

Make sure you know exactly where your seafood comes from... buy local if able.

 An Easter tradition in our little family is to give each other a pair of flannelette Pj's for the approaching winter - makes sense  - we might get a little bit of chocolate but not much - two are gluten and dairy intolerant - lucky found a bit for them that was okay at the local health food store. A bit late here but happy Easter to all.

Just IMAGINE... Stop what your doing right now and JUST IMAGINE ....

 

I had tears listening to this young man. I am just 60 and to hear this man tell it as I have felt all my life makes my heart swell. Listen to him and IMAGINE the world we could have so easily bar for our "leaders - bankers media etc" as he says "Do the right thing because it's the right thing to do" it's how I have tried to live and it works...

What's wrong with Queensland Health? - Pete, Physio

Interview with Therese Mackay from Fair Dinkum Radio 26th April 2012

This was the first one done in 2012 and followed up by the next one in 2013 see following post

I don't know what this little birdie is called but he/she was

 outside my kitchen sink window yesterday and today - he

 didn't really seem to mind my being there...here I was 

wishing I could see into the sunset or sunrise and this little

 treasure was granted to me at arms length. Anyone from 

Victoria who knows what this bird is called will be 

appreciated.

Bryan Rosner's New Lyme Book: "Freedom From Lyme Disease" - Published Ju...

And in the in between time we had a visit together

Alison and Melissa May 2014

New puppy and parents

Some newer family members. My girls have in the past months welcomed some new family members. Not too long after Cuss died Melissa's car Spooky died. She then got another abandoned kitten Elvis to be a companion to her lovely Maggie. 

Then Ali and Andrew came home after being vetted with this big fluffy dog that is more like a cat. So many animals needing homes. Can't understand anyone dumping their pet.

grows daily...and grows on you the little devil

and Melissa's newest one Elvis

Melissa and Maggie the cat

Cuss Died Good friday

Cuss my lovely old cat died last night. Sad as it was she died naturally and I was beside her on the lounge as she was dying. 

The lady who rescued Cuss and her two kittens (they were dumped by some bastard) wrote this about how she rescued Cuss and how she came to me. 

"I will never forget the dear little Tortie cat (“stray”) that darted back into the bush when she first spotted me trying to rescue her and her babies. It took weeks, the poor little girl had obviously been chased away by residents. One silly woman, when i asked if i could leave a bowl of food near her flat ( to encourage Cuss to come out, and eventually go into a trap) – she said  “Oh I do not want to encourage that cat!!”  She had also blocked up a little entrance to a hole that went under the flats. I told her to be careful she did not trap the cat & family INSIDE under the flat – so she kindly unblocked it. I explained I WANT TO ENCOURAGE the cat to come out to eat – so I can rescue them all and they will not have to be killing wildlife. This “wild”  “feral black cat” turned out to be the sweetest, gentlest little cat – from the moment I lifted the cover to see how i was going to deal with this “wild feral” cat and babies. I had taken them into the bathroom in preparation for her going berserk when I tried to handle them.

       Months later dear little Cuss was a $20 “donation” cat adopted by my elderly friend Patty. Remember Patricia passed away also about 2- 3 yrs. ago. I so clearly recall Gerry (at Cuddles Cottage) calling me to say “I have a good home for Cuss.” I knew whoever Gerry felt OK with would be a good Mummy for Cuss." 

Cuss came to me in late 2008 after our dog died...I shall miss her.

A very sick little cat. Cussy has been diagnosed with Cancer (intestinal)and losing weight quickly. Still drinking and eating a little. Seems to be at peace and sitting close a lot, in between hiding under the bed. These two cats normally fight a bit and don't like to sit too close but since Cuss has bee sick Tiger has been a bit like her shadow - its sad but beautiful to see. Its a privilege to have little ones like these to love and give a home to but very sad as they slip out of life so soon and quickly.

Big 60

My Big 60th!!
Me eldest drove me back to where we used to live and we went to all the old places - lots of laughter, some tears and the best time possible with her. I needed to connect with her this way.

Hastings river at Port Macquarie

Hastings river at Port Macquarie

McShitt food but clean toilets