Today I want to share a new blog I found. There are great photos and the writing is excellent. I hope you will enjoy it too!


1969 was a memorable year for me

Full Moon view from earth In Belgium (Hamois)....


I left school when I was 17. I spent my primary school years living in Channel Street in Cohuna, Victoria. When I started High School we moved to the other end of town to

King George Street. For me it was inconvenient. The Catholic Primary School was closer to King George Street and the High School was across the road from our house in Channel Street. I think my parent’s wanted me to get some exercise!

The move to King George Street coincided with the birth of my first niece and my first nephew and yes, man landing on the moon! It also coincided with the death of my Grandfather. It was July 1969 and my first experience of a family death. I offered to babysit my new niece and nephew while the others went to the funeral. I was pretty scared of death in those days – in a sort of superstitious way – worried about ghosts and that sort of thing. I don’t remember much else about 1969 but the birth of two new family members, the loss of my grandfather and the amazing feat of the Moon landing was enough to keep a 14-year-old girl fully occupied.

I was SENT to a Catholic School (some Irish Catholic ancestors) and remained there for seven years. My family was not religious but had committed to send us to the Catholic School when they married. The school only went up to the seventh year. I started High School in what was called Form 1 and stayed there until I finished Form 5. I was planning to become a nurse but (fortunately for some) that didn’t happen.

I couldn’t wait to leave my small country town and go to the City to live  and work. That was full of surprises for a young, naive country girl. Another story for another day 🙂

Until tomorrow


Roll top bath

English: Dandenong Ranges from Beleura, oil on...

The first house I ever bought, I fell in  love  with. It was definitely emotional/romantic buy. It was an old cottage on a very steep block of land. The garden was enormous and also amazing. Belgrave Heights is located in the Dandenong Ranges on the outskirts of Melbourne. About 50 inches of rain a year ensures it is always lush and green. We had tree ferns, camellias, gardenia, maiden-hair fern, lots of bracken and also overgrown blackberries.

The bathroom was located under the house below one of the bedrooms. We had to go outside to use it. It had a beautiful old roll top bath (the house was about 70 years old). The toilet was also outside. We had to find our way down the slippery steps; sometimes in the dark.

We didn’t know that white ants were in residence. Some of important bits of wood-work were hollow and weak. The bathroom floor was made from wooden planks. One day I was enjoying my bath when all of a sudden there was a big THUD! It felt like an earthquake. It was a BATH quake :-). The weakened boards collapsed from under the bath and the bath and I landed on the ground beneath. I survived but the bath was never the same again.

Once I recovered from the shock, I couldn’t stop laughing! I tend to do that in a crisis. Every time I see an old roll top bath I am reminded of that day.

Until tomorrow





English: The Mount Whaleback mine at Newman, W...

English: The Mount Whaleback mine at Newman, Western Australia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I lived and breathed politics at one time in my life. The left side of politics was under threat in Newman (iron-ore mining in the North West of Western Australia). Robe River Mining had taken on the Unions and beaten them – it was a bitter fight. Other mining companies tried to shake off the unions and there were lots of strikes – lots of nasty name calling as well.

I didn’t work for the mine but I did some casual work with the local Labor Member of Parliament. I then took on the Secretary’s job at the local ALP Branch. I loved it. All sorts of issues came up and I wrote letters to anyone and everyone. I realized that one person writing one letter can make a BIG difference to a community. I represented the branch and that had some impact.

We fought against issues like “fly-in, fly-out” contractors. They came to work for two weeks on and one week off. They didn’t contribute anything to the community infrastructure – in fact services were under threat as the number of school children reduced so teachers were withdrawn etc.

I’m not so passionate about politics today. I still believe that one person can make a difference though. Cynicism can take over if you let it!

The politicians visited town often and the local ALP branch members used to put them up over night. It was so interesting to get the inside story. I know they worked incredibly  hard with long hours every week. Is it the power that drives them to keep going?  My lads gave up their beds for the night so that a couple of them could stay over. One of them left their silk dressing gown behind once and I had to parcel it up and send to his wife with a message I hope she believed!

Sometimes I would get up in the morning and find one of them doing my dishes. That was a pleasant sight 🙂

Until tomorrow



Living in a tent

Murray River in Echuca (Victoria) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Riverboats on Murray River in Echuca ...

English: Riverboats on Murray River in Echuca (Victoria)  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We wanted to get out of Melbourne to breathe the country air and take life at a more leisurely pace. Work was hard to find. My (now ex.) husband got a job at the Bendigo Pottery in Epsom, Victoria. He didn’t know anything about pottery but they showed him how to make Toby Jugs. The work was hard and the days were long. Our house was on a poultry farm – lots and lots of hens laying eggs! My days were lonely and boring so, when the owners offered me some part-time work, I agreed. My responsibility was to clean the eggs. Now just imagine cleaning hundreds of eggs each day. Just ask yourself, what makes them dirty?

Enough said about chooks. My ex landed another job and we moved to Echuca in Victoria. He won a job with the Victorian Railways as a ganger (fettler). He looked after a stretch of rail line with a small team of men. A house was promised right next door to the Railway Station. It wasn’t available straight away so we made good use of our tent and lived in the Echuca Caravan Park for several months. The tent was 12 feet by 18 feet. We set it up with a double bed (a proper one), a fridge and we even had our TV up and running.

It was mostly a good experience. The caravan park is situated next to the Murray River that is prone to flooding on occasions. And yes, it did flood while we were there and we had to evacuate but not for very long. I guess it is easier to evacuate a tent than evacuate a house! There were a lot of brush tail possums living in the area. They would come into our tent during the night scavenging for food! I wasn’t frightened of them at all.

The railway house became available and we moved in. It felt so big after living in a tent! It was on the New South Wales side of the Murray River so it was actually an interstate move of only a few kilometres. When my first son was born I would often take him for a walk in his pram over the big railway bridge into Echuca to go shopping. I was twenty-one at the time 🙂

Until tomorrow



How do you like your coffee?

Flinders Street Station, located at the inters...

Flinders Street Station, located at the intersection of Flinders Street and Swanston Streets, 1927. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I consider coffee to be one of the world’s greatest wonders! I love mine when it is hot, strong and black. Sometimes I treat myself to a cappuccino but then I regret it afterwards – it is not REAL coffee.

I lived and worked in Melbourne, Victoria in the 1970’s. Melbourne is known for its good coffee. Many Greek migrants came to Melbourne in the 1950’s and they really know how to make great coffee!

I left early for work and caught a tram into the City. I would head to my favourite  Greek Cafe in Flinders Street. I could buy the Sun Newspaper from the paperboys on the corner of Flinders and Swanston Streets. The booths could seat four people but I liked to spread the newspaper out and scour the day’s news while I sipped on my coffee. The booths also had mini-jukeboxes and I could listen to my favourite songs for around 10 cents a song.

I was in London in 2008  and had a day to myself. I enjoyed window shopping and looking out for a good restaurant for coffee and cake. I was surprised that good coffee shops don’t seem to be BIG in the UK (on my very limited experience) like they are here in Australia. I found one in a side street and ordered an expresso and some creme brulee. I really enjoyed that moment in time and it reminded me of when I lived in Melbourne.

Until tomorrow 😉



Dead in the water?

I haven’t written much lately – maybe three times a week and even then, I am a bit lost as to what to write about. I feel like I have lost my way with my blog. I change the look and feel of it sometimes to give it a fresh look. I try being creative with my topics but nothing much seems to be working.

I guess I am measuring the value of my  blog my the number of views, likes and comments I get. Today it was a big ZERO! But really, does that matter? Perhaps I have become too concerned about pleasing others and not focusing on improving my writing skills by keeping on going and writing as often as I can.

I bought an ebook yesterday called “BlogWise: How to Do More with Less” by Darren Rowse (a fellow Aussie). It is about people who have successful blogs and how they do it. So far the examples are so far removed from me that I can’t really relate to them. These are super-successful blogs that bring income and employ staff. Blogging is an important tool they use in their business.

I made a few notes as I was reading:

  • mind mapping for blog ideas
  • know your goals
  • plan your day for each hour and then chunk it
  • do what works for you – it doesn’t have to be cool (I liked that one!)
  • experiment
  • what is the big picture?
  • listen to your favourite music as you blog
  • drink coffee and blog
  • be accountable

These are taken from the book by Darren Rowse and now I will reevaluate what my goals are, what it the big picture. Some of the successful bloggers mentioned frustration at times and reinforced the need to keep writing regardless. So I might try writing every day again – just to get back into the habit and I will see how that goes.

I would welcome any other tips to improve my blog.



PS To those who have followed my blog for a while – I can report that my son, who is walking the Appalachian Trail has reached the 1000 mile point  and is now in West Virginia.

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Online shopping is great but…

various potato dishes: potato chips, hashbrown...

various potato dishes: potato chips, hashbrowns, tater tots, baked potato, and mashed potatoes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I order my groceries online and they are delivered to my door. The truck arrived around midday today and the driver carried two boxes to my kitchen. The first one was full of potatoes! M mm… what is going on here? The next box also had potatoes. I laughed as I realised what happened. I thought I ordered 10 baby potatoes. I didn’t look closely enough and mistakenly I ordered 10 x 2kg bags of baby potatoes. I found it funny that the driver didn’t even look curious about why two people would buy 20kgs of potatoes.

Some items are listed by the weight and some are listed as individual items, for example I get 6 apples or 6 oranges. I had a mix up with the potatoes once before. That time I received a small tin of baby potatoes. Last week I got a turnip that was supposed to be a parsnip and one tomato instead of a bag of tomatoes! It still beats bumping into people in the aisles in the busy shopping centre. I am sure I spend less money too as I am not tempted by all the displays and advertising.

I am curious if others have online shopping funny or horror stories? What is going to happen to all the retail outlets when we aren’t getting out there among it all?

Cheers for now. I had better start cooking some potatoes for dinner 🙂


Weekly photo challenge: Blue

The topic BLUE has prompted a large amount of beautiful blogs this week. There are so many blue things in nature and in our possessions! I hope you will enjoy seeing my small collection of BLUE!

The big egg is an emu egg and is etched with the face of an Indigenous man.

Cheers, Lorraine 🙂

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