Memories… walking through fields of grass  

Photo courtesy Proven Winners

Son newly practicing  his abseiling skills using the huge gum tree in our yard with all his ropes and tackle instead of the cliffs and canyons.

Same son lying on lounge in his suit utterly spent after a gruelling day at American Consulate for his interview to migrate? and live in USA to be with his now wife.

At Sydney Airport with family saying our goodbyes with tears  in our hearts. Son and his wife entering restricted area for  Customs where we could not follow but only look and observe them walking away as they returned to USA….a little 2 year old voice calls out plaintifly…. “come back!!!!” . Our son told us later it was the hardest thing he had to do to keep walking and not look back. As I write this it makes me tear up again.

Son writing some poetry…I saw a quote recently…”Poetry is Code” . That must be why he is a programmer.

The smiles on daughters and sons in law faces  at the birth of their dear children.

Me knocking on daughter’s locked front door- knock, knock,knock….little voice from the other side calling “mummy” , footsteps running,  “grandma.”

Me carrying a restless unhappy  little boy who is trying to wake up properly. Whistling occasionally as I walk around among big gum trees  in the still Australian bush beyond the back fence-line …a little voice pipes up “Music”

Me going for a walk in the same still bush on last day of this year with 2 little boys, cousins, trying to find where the tractor that we can hear chug chugging away is. We find it, and holding my hands we just stand there listening and watching from  a distance…chug chug chug, a tractor connected to pump water from a dam for the cows….Very soon its time to go back for tea. One little boy runs to a huge tree and tries to hug  and climb it. Arms are MUCH too little so I lift him up and he walks up the tree horizontally… up and up, way above my head. Another voice pipes up “me too, me too”. So up we go and again and again till grandma’s arms wear out!

“Grandma, God is little cause he can come under the door…he can see everything”.

…and a little funny one, “Grandma can you lick the gravy off my meat I don’t like gravy” from someone quite a few years ago now

Life is full of memories or is it the other way round, memories are life

Photo Courtesy Proven Winners

On December 24 by a visitor to Manilla

“Am sitting in a little internet place at the Uni where J qualified emailing you.

The flight from Sydney to Manilla was good. We were met at the airport ….

Next come a very descriptive scenario. A word picture

I was awoken early this morning by passers-by walking through the lane next to my window. I could hear a lady talking quite loud into her mobile, AND the person on the mobile! It was still dark and then this was followed by 2 roosters who decided to tune in, which prompted a chorus of other cocks joining in. No need of alarms! This was soon followed – about 7.00 am by a video karaoke place – across the road, commencing its day, with music blaring – and someone attempting to sing :jingle bell, jingle bell rock, jingle bell rock…”. So that was the cue to get up. Had my wash and forgot my towel that was given me so dried with the flannel you provided. After lunch we got  tricycle taxi ( take a look at one of these on the internet) and this took us to another village called Asin, where we met a few others. There are thousands of tricycles. Google the word.

Anyway, better go….”

Well I did google the word and my son sent a link which I hope I can place in this blog

http://www.philippines.hvu.nl/transport3.htm

Enjoy

Alexa