Mum told me how the farmers in Europe used to shovel their stables out onto the street to brag about how well off they were.
Next clip is about how she was working in a carpet factory in Australia and told them that she was pregnant. Her colleagues asked her why she admitted being pregnant. Continue reading
My mother was born in Czechoslovakia in 1928.
Her name is Elizabeth. Continue reading
Here’s the video of Mum (Babi) in the garden, talking about her plants, daily routine, exercise, grandchildren and life in general. Continue reading
Memoirs. The last leg of the trip up to Queensland when I was fifteen. We had a twelve by 18 foot tent, a VW bus and roofrack. By the end of the 6 week trip we were well trained and each had our own assignments. I was responsible for the ropes. Continue reading
And the trip continues . I was writing the board log, recording all the stops and starts, rivers crossed and cities visited.
This one starts in Cooktown at the lighthouse and then driving down again. Continue reading
After spending a week at the Barrier Reef with Josef in the middle of Australia’s winter, June 2016, I came back home to Mum’s in Melbourne Continue reading
Well now that I am in Europe and my mother and son are in Australia, it’s time to do some reflecting. Continue reading
Wir können es nicht jedem recht machen und nicht jeder mag uns, unabhängig davon, wie wertvoll wir als Mensch sein mögen und wie viel Gutes wir tun. Tun Sie das Richtige, aus den richtigen Gründen, in der richtigen Weise, aus Ihrer Sichtweise, und lassen Sie den Dingen ihren Lauf.
Thank you Todd. http://blog.balance-tools.de/en/leading-with-heart/
As I use the words of reflection from someone I know and cherish to express myself, allow me to “preach to myself”.
We have moved.. No, we have been moved. Well, not exactly. We have not moved. Our house number has changed. We were house number one and now we are number three.
Getting to that age when people I have worked with are suddenly gone, yet children are still in the house.
Reflecting on our “boring” weekend at home, when I am happy to have some time to myself, to sort my files, photos, videos, papers, laundry and lots of other stuff too numerous to elucidate.