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Lights, Music, Laughter…

It’s time. Time to put away the decorations and to pack up the myriad of lights decorating the house to celebrate Christmas and the New Year.

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Time for the boat to go back onto it’s floating dock after many a trip around the salt water canals to see the myriad of Christmas lights reflected in the water.

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It is now 2016. Time to get cracking and to gear up for the coming year. Resolutions? I have heaps. Will I keep them? I’ll just have to wait and see. Fingers crossed that I do. I’ll let you know if my manuscript becomes a book, manage to learn more about blogging or ‘do something’ with all the articles I’ve written over the years. And that’s just on writing without even starting on personal resolutions. But I have my list…always a list .

A friend posted this graph on Facebook. It’s so true I wanted to share it with you. Next week we are going to the Gold Coast to visit family. Guess what I’m trying to do. I’m trying to get everything done before we go. Festive lights packed, labeled and up in the garage roof. Garden weeded, house cleaned, refrigerator sorted etc. etc. and trying to sort out my emails. I do all this with the ipod up load playing inspirational music…Chariots of fire, YMCA, I will survive…anything to keep me going

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But before we go there is a very special family occasion. Ainslie and Ty are getting married in Sherbrooke Forest in Victoria. They are a gorgeous young couple and Ainslie is so beautiful that if she wore a material bag she would look fabulous.  My outfit is hanging in the spare bedroom ready for this special day. There is nothing like a wedding to bring families close together and yet it is also tinged with sadness. A mother and father fare-welling their daughter. Siblings realizing that family dynamics change. But the overriding emotions are love, joy and happiness. May Ainslie and Ty have a long, happy life together filled with joy.

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May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand

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Christmas: remembering fascinating family characters

Christmas is a time to remember the past and to dream for the future.

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Tinsel is hung, solar lights flicker and laser lights dance on the water. Christmas has come to the Tidal Canals and we are celebrating another year of sun, sand, great neighbours and good cheer.

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Today we drove past our old house in Edithvale and delighted in the changes that have taken place over the years. Opposite was Ma and Pop Whitting’s home and I couldn’t help smiling at my memories of Pop.

My dad was an engineer and pedantic about everything being correctly measured and assembled with care and attention to the finest detail. Pop Whitting used to drive him mad. Pop was a cockney lad  from England and near enough was good enough. I remember the day he decided that the refrigerator in the kitchen was taking up too much room so he grabbed a saw, and cut up the left side of the wall beside the refrigerator, across the top and down the other side. He then shoved the refrigerator back level with the kitchen wall. Brooms, pans and a mop went flying out of the broom cupboard in the laundry behind the refrigerator.

‘Where will I put my brooms?’ Ma cried.     ‘You’ll find somewhere,’ Pop replied. ‘At least you now have more room in the kitchen.’ I’ll never know how he managed to miss cutting the electrical wires inside the broom cupboard . Sheer good luck, I guess. To cover the jagged edges of the sawn kitchen plaster he simply tacked a wooden strapping edge around the fridge  and painted it the same colour as the walls. I’d love to go into the house one day just to see if the refrigerator is still recessed into the laundry cupboard.

Pop was an original, a one off character who lived off his wits. When he was eighty he decided one afternoon to climb a ladder and paint the guttering. No preparation, just slap on as much paint as possible to cover any dirt. He happily painted a section of the gutter before deciding it was time for a cup of tea. Balancing the nearly full open paint tin on top of the ladder he proceeded to climb down. On reaching the bottom rung he looked up in time to see the tin of paint spill all over him. Thank goodness he was wearing glasses because it covered him from his bald head to the tops of his shoes. Instead of standing still, he yelled ‘Ma’ and proceeded to slosh down the side way, around the back of the house and into the kitchen leaving a trail of white paint behind him. It was left to Ma to clean up and the rest of the guttering was never painted.

My dad, on hearing the news shook his head and said, ‘You mean he didn’t even sandpaper the guttering before he started?’

Family characters. How they fill our memories and our hearts with love. 

Australian Christmas

The edge of the World

Congratulations Coral Waight for launching your travel book The Edge of the World. This first book in her travel series, Planning to the ‘Nth’ is now available at Amazon.com .

For anyone of any age wanting to experience Tasmania, this book is a must. Written in an easygoing, humorous style the reader will discover hidden gems when they travel the Apple Isle with Coral.

Coral’s comments

‘I’m pleased to say, that after weeks of anguish, involving much banging of my head on the desk, screaming at my computer and damning all technology to the depths of Hades, my travel blog is now up and running. I will be describing my experiences while finding my way around, first Tasmania, then New Zealand, England and back to New Zealand. I invite you to join me on the journey. The website is coralwaightravel.com. Note there’s only one ‘t’ in the address.’ 

To discover more of the history, pitfalls and delights of Tasmania visit to her blog. If you click on the cover of the book it will take you to Amazon.com where you can download a copy of The Edge of The World . A button on the site allows you to download a Kindle eReader with one click if you haven’t already got one.

If you’d like to know more about Coral you can visit her on Facebook.

On her 60th birthday, Coral Waight set out in her little hatchback, thermos and Esky in the boot, to begin the first of four road trips around the island of Tasmania, across Bass Strait from where she lives in Melbourne, Australia. She planned to the ‘nth’ degree, but nothing could have prepared her for getting stuck on the side of a mountain, in the dark, with her petrol tank on empty. Nothing prepared her for being on her own in a caravan park at Arthur River in the middle of a violent storm, or forgetting she gets sea-sick and spending a boat cruise around Tasman Island with her head in a bucket.

The wild, untamed west coast contrasted with the ethereal beauty of Great Oyster Bay and the fishing villages of the east. Cheap country pubs offered friendliness and warmth – and the odd hole in a window taped over with cardboard and packing tape – more like the homes of friends or relatives than hotels. The giant ferns and the great trees of the rainforests nurtured and replenished her spirit, and the history, white and indigenous, not too far in the past, filtered through everything.

Told with gentle humour and keen observation. this book will make readers want to visit Tasmania for themselves, all the while getting to know and like a woman whose unfailing good humour shines through the adventures she encounters.

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A comment on Facebook by Jane says…

I felt as if I was right beside you in your adventures, Coral! I can’t wait to read more…it’s an inspirational story told with empathy and humor.  Congratulations on persevering and mastering the technology side of things too …very impressive.

I agree and I’m sure everyone associated with the Mordialloc Writers’ Group feels the same way. We wish Coral all the very best in her writing career.

Ben, Hoda and their Kabt Ill Katab

How wonderful is a wedding in any language.

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Hoda and Ben recently realized they had found their soul mate. Last Friday, surrounded by family and friends  they joined hands and declared their love in a magical wedding ceremony against a backdrop of the sun setting in a blaze of glory over Port Phillip Bay.

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Living next door to an Egyptian Family for over fifteen years has been a delightful experience. We have learnt so much over those years and been included in many celebratory occasions: cakes at the end of Ramadan, sweets and gifts exchanged at Christmas and bowls of nuts, spices and snacks during the year have not only expanded our culinary tastes but also our knowledge of a different culture. Both families respect and understand their different religions. To be Christian or Muslim simply means trying to be the best people we can be.  To me, we are taking different paths that lead to the same destination.

It has been a privilege to watch Hoda grow from a vivacious little girl into a beautiful young woman. We met Ben for the first time on Friday night and immediately fell in love with his outgoing friendly nature and happy smile. His entire family were supportive, fun loving people.

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We wondered how different this marriage ceremony would be compared to the others we had attended and were amazed at the similarities. Out of respect for the English and Arabic cultures present, the Imam conducted the ceremony in both English and Arabic . Both fathers gave their blessing, the happy couple said ‘I do’, papers were signed, cake cut, and, instead of a soprano singing Oh Perfect Love, Hoda and Ben had an Australian belly dancer who, much to the delight of the guests, managed to entice the recently married couple to join her dance.

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The wedding breakfast was superb. How wonderful to be able to taste a portion of all the entrees, mains and sweets, instead of having to choose one or the other.  Sometimes it’s impossible to decide

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We have a special relationship with Hoda’s grandmother.and were delighted to see her surrounded by her lovely daughters and son. I wanted to take a picture of them all together but we were all so busy having a good time the evening was over before we realized it.

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The most fun came from a photo booth set up to one side of the restaurant. We wandered over to see what all the shrieks of delight were about only to be dragged in front of the hidden camera. Hats were plonked onto our heads. Because you had no idea when the photo would be taken some of the photos were hilarious. Ours included.

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Several seconds later we were handed a strip of photos which we then put into a book  and were asked to write a message to Hoda and Ben . Our photos followed a collection of very funny pictures complete with rabbit ears and hysterically laughing faces. The caption  underneath was ‘Your crazy cousins’. I loved that Hoda’s name had the Wonder Woman sign beside it and Ben was obviously Superman.

We had a wonderful evening and wish Hoda and Ben a long and happy life together

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