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OWPC: Blanket

This patchwork rug was made with love by my Mum for my 40th birthday. It features photos of me and my family (transferred to cloth), things I love and the 12 Days of Christmas in cross stitch which I made as Christmas cards for family over 12 years. Actually there’s only 11 of them. The quilt was made before the 12th year and I never got around to adding the last one.

Mum passed away a little over 2 years ago, but she lives on in the many beautiful quilts and other crafts she gave to so many people.


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Travel Theme: Toys – Dear Father Christmas …

In response to Ailsa’s Travel Theme this week I’ve travelled through time rather than space to bring you a family memory.

This mismatched, chipped and much used tea set is what’s left of my Mum’s 1943 Christmas gift. It wasn’t easy for my Grandparents to buy it during WWII, but they managed to put some pieces together.

And, as you see, we also have the letter Mum wrote to Santa that year.

IMG_6080 IMG_6086The text of the letter is:

Joan Williams

16 Burnett Street


Dear Father Xmas

I am a bit late in writing but I hope you will not forget me. I am 8 years now and I won’t want any toys. All I want is a new tea-set and a nice big story book. The tea-set is the one I want mostly because I had a big one but a lot of it is broken.

I have a lot of story books but I have read them all. So I will just remind you what I wanted. No 1 tea-set, No2 a story-book.

From your little friend


Sunday Stills: Flashback

Well, this was interesting. Here is the first photo in my first album. I couldn’t be certain that it was actually the first one I ever took, but it would be close. It was taken, according to the back of the pic, in May 1971.

I assume I got my little 126 Kodak Instamatic for my 10th birthday which was the month before.

This family group includes an old (in every sense) family friend, my great aunt, grandmother and parents at the back and in front are my great uncle, little sister and grandfather.

First photoThe old Queenslander house held, and still holds, so many memories. It belonged to another family friend who holidayed elsewhere each year in April/May and we would take this rambling house full of dark rooms, verandahs, doorways and daddy long legs spiders. There was no television (shock, horror) except for the year Dad and Uncle Dick rented one to watch the FA Cup Final.

I imagine the house is long gone, along with the two, hugely climbable Moreton Bay figs in the front yard, and that it has given way to another concrete high rise development on Queensland’s Gold Coast.

How fortunate they can’t concrete over the memories.

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