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Pain !

Posted by on Mar 26, 2015 | 0 comments

Chapter 1     Surgery PAIN!  Unbelievable pain! I yelled again, “It hurts, it hurts!” What was going on? I repeated my cries.  “It hurts, it hurts!” A fleeting glimpse of a face beside me.  Was it my wife or the doctor?   My eyes closed quickly.  Opened again. My wife, Gail, trying to smile and reassure me.  Closed my eyes.  Darkness. Opened as slits again.  Doctor.  Was that a look of surprise?  Closed again.  Ah – peace arriving.  More morphine added to the line into my vein.   No more yells.  Bliss. Sleep. A technician disconnecting me from monitors. Limited words of reassurance...

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Conversation with a 4 year old

Posted by on Jul 3, 2014 | 0 comments

Anna: Grandpa, do you have any gum? Grandpa: No honey. I’m sorry Anna: Grandpa, why don’t you have any gum? Grandpa: Grown-ups don’t chew gum honey… Anna: (Silence, brow knit, brain clearly processing. 30 seconds go by.) Anna: My mom is a grown-up. She chews gum. (No rancor or reproach of any kind) Grandpa: (Silence. TKO’d in first round) Psychologists say we are at our most creative at age 4. I don’t know about that but in terms of ability to use logic, this was a first class lesson in real-time. Such a...

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Ku-ring-gai – All in the Family

Posted by on Apr 18, 2014 | 0 comments

Ku-ring-gai – All in the Family

Ku-ring-gai – All in the Family Many, many years ago I grew up in Gordon where I attended the Infants and Public Schools through grades K to 6. The classroom for 6A in the year 1955 is currently where the Ku-ring-gai Historical Society has its office and library. Clearly still a place of learning.   Our family lived on Mt. William St., where Stony Creek ran through the backyard providing concealed access for young boys to the deep lush valley under the old wooden pedestrian suspension bridge at the end of the road.  Does this photo bring back memories? My mother was born, raised, and...

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A beloved diary

Posted by on Apr 17, 2014 | 0 comments

A beloved diary

Tears in my Eyes – # 2 in a series of genealogical reality experiences Henry Beaufoy smiled happily as he watched another load of barrels pass through the gates of his Lambeth factory on their way to the naval wharves further down the Thames.  His grandfather Mark had been incredibly smart to secure Admiralty contracts for vinegar which provided ships’ stores with ‘a fumigator, an antiseptic, and a preservative’.  The consequent wealth from those agreements allowed Henry to pursue his passions – collecting original classic tomes, financing hot-air balloon experiments, and inventing...

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Three trees

Posted by on Apr 1, 2014 | 0 comments

Three trees

Tears in my Eyes – # 1 a series of genealogical reality experiences The town of Gosforth sits 13 km north northwest of Maitland, inside  an encompassing U loop formation of the volatile Hunter River.  These days the area is comprised mainly of grazing land bordered by sand and gravel quarries.  But up until the middle of the twentieth century it was a vibrant farming community where vineyards, orchards and dairy cattle flourished.  First identified and named in 1801 it was 1833 before the Crown leased and sold 40 hectare lots, even though settlement had begun way back in 1812.   The richest...

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Gifts Given

Posted by on Mar 23, 2014 | 0 comments

Gifts Given

I staggered into the coolness of the cathedral and stopped in wonder. My eyes refocused to the darkness and I watched the shadowy movements of worshippers with candles in front of the sanctuaries, and silently counted the silhouettes of those seated in prayer.

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