Many of you write wonderful memories from your past, and I love reading about them.
I believe my happiest years were those of being a mother to my growing children.
For those of you who don't know, I had five children, the first awaits me in Heaven.
My other four are Femia, Peter, Daniella and Lee-Joel.
Those were my busiest and happiest days.
For fifteen years before my first marriage ended, I worked in a family business.
These were busy times with nothing from house cleaning to laundry, shopping and running children to sports left neglected. Many of my friends would ask me how I did it, as my large five bedroom home was always in perfect order. To tell the truth, it was a joy to keep everything in order.
My then enormous kitchen/eatery with my two son's Lee and Peter (left), followed by son-in-law David peeking around my nephew, another Peter. The other three are nephews and a niece.
One afternoon after school on a day I wasn't at work, my younger daughter Daniella ran into the kitchen all excited. She held a brochure in her hand, and proudly informed me, she had got it especially for me because it was just what I needed. It was for a newly opened Nursing Home. At the time I was about forty years old.
In those active years, I was never overweight. My children would cuddle into me when seated on the lounge watching television. I always received compliments. One day one of my children informed me, I was nice and fat and as soft as a pillow. LOL...
At another time I was told about a visitor who had attended the school that day. "She was old like you mum, only fatter...." How our children see us...
Of course there were the times they had to wear a used ice-cream tub on their head for protection from the magpie attacks. These were taken off and left near the country bus stop to put on again to wear for the short walk home in the afternoon.
I taught scripture classes each week at the local school.
I believe I learned as much from the children, as they did from me. Telling the story of Joseph and Mary one day, I asked the class if they knew what a Chippy (carpenter) was? One little boy informed me, "he is a man who lays carpet Miss."
Another child once gave me a lovely hand made card for Easter. On the front was written, Jesus Died for Mrs C..... my then name. This hit me profoundly! And at that moment, I fully understood the truth of those words. YES! Jesus died for me.... and YOU!
I loved to make art works. This is my Copper rendition of.. the birth, baptism and resurrection of Jesus.
I had wonderful sister-in-laws who I loved, and still do. This was taken at a New Year Party 1994, the only one I have ever been to.
Life continues on, and memories linger.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Labels: A la Famiglia. Family.
An Author since 2012 and retired Registered Nurse. I reside in sub-tropical Queensland, Australia, with my American husband Raymond and our three little dogs. Monty (Australian Terrier,) Mille` (Toy Foxy), and Marley (Toy Poodle). Late in 2008 I began to explore and enjoy the realm of creative writing. This is something which has always been an interest yet until now,I haven't found time to indulge. God is the cornerstone of my home and heart. He is my life and my breath, for without Him I am nothing. My desire is to edify His existance in my daily walk through life. To inspire and encourage the broken hearted. And to assist in the knowledge that EVERYTHING has a reason and a purpose under the Heavens. We are reminded through our faith in Jesus that He will, "Turn our Mourning into Dancing and our Sorrow into Joy." Psalms 30:11. Having personally experienced tough times I know, there is truely no gain without pain. South Western Sydney Area Health, Queensland Health, LATE OF ROGERSVILLE, TENESSEE and Amedysis Home Health.