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Now I am in the Autumn of my life, or as the late Dr Wayne Dyer would say ‘the afternoon of my life’, I am increasingly hearing of the passing of someone I know. Loss is a fact of life. We all lose loved ones. By the time we get to middle-age many of us are ‘orphans.’ I think about all the people throughout the world, who daily lose loved ones, sometime losing entire families. How do they cope? I don’t…..
There is an old song called Smile Though Your Heart is Breaking. People who suffer from depression often hide their feelings with a smile and that was what I did. I just smiled at everyone and they thought I was okay. I wasn’t. My heart was broken, because I had to give up a baby for adoption in 1966. In those days if you entered a maternity hospital as an unmarried woman, you were considered unfit to be a mother. The…..
My brother Neville and I went to Ostend Primary School on Waiheke Island. The headmistress, Miss Ponsonby was a middle-aged spinster with permed hair and a sour face. I never saw her smile. She strutted around abusing and accusing. She used sarcasm and a heavy leather strap to keep the children in line. My brother was always being accused of doing things he had not done and would get ‘six of the best’ although he protested his innocence. One day,…..
I could see the shark fins. The sharks were swimming in a circle around our small dinghy. “Stop snivelling,” said my twelve year old brother, Neville. “Stop now, or I will throw you overboard.” “I want to go home,” I cried. It was the first Monday of our summer school holiday and our mother was busy doing the washing. We did not have electricity and so there was no washing machine. Instead Mum used a copper, which was in our backyard,…..
I have always written – I have been a scribbler since I was eight years old. At the age of eight I read the story of Bambi. I cried when Bambi’s mother was shot by a hunter. I rewrote the story of Bambi and gave it a happy ending. I told Little-friend-Susan I had written a book. “What is it called?” asked Susan. “Bambi,” I reply. I was too young to have heard of plagiarism. My uncle sent us a…..
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