I’m being a patient patient and happy to wait my turn. One of my doctors is annoyed about the delays but that is the way it goes. Maybe tomorrow.
The same doctor, Kathryn suggested we buy another bead maker for Adrian to create wonders….He has done the research, the buying and has a loaf ready….we aren’t there to enjoy though. What a bummer. I remember a bread man like this one walking round the streets of Urangan where my Mother’s aunt lived. Followed about a half later by the ice block guy. Narnie had a fridge though…run on kerosene. But the ice block helped on the sweltering days.
Narnie was an interesting lady. Her fingers were pretty crippled with arthritis….Arthur-itis as she always called it. She must have hated someone called Arthur I think. We had a family friend called Arthur Debritz who was a man of many uniforms….Army, Police and Ambulance and even at the tender age of 5 I knew he was a looker. He’d had his eye on my aunt Evelyn who spent her teen years in the voluntary girl’s farming army etc. He also was fond of my mother who was a good looker back then too. He was happily married for years to a lovely lady so all was well there.
When my grandparents came to Queensland, Narnie and Jim Marles tagged along. Narnie had no children and claimed my Mother as hers……she called her Girlie. I became Little Girl to my uncles who were the best uncles possible in my view. Gran had 13 pregnancies, 8 survivors. It was a tough life but they did well on the farms.
Uncle Jim had orchards in Gayndah and Grandfather snavvled land for dairy, beef, pork etc etc. in Mt Larcom north of the citrus country. The farm was huge and supported 3 sons (all bachelors) and 5 daughters until they all were married off. What a life!
Uncle Jim had a nervous breakdown and spent months in the hospital. He could see Narnie’s house but trusted no man….she was instructed to hang her quilt over the veranda each morning so he knew if she was ok or not. The doctor treating Uncle Jim took a fancy to Narnie (real name Georgina), and one morning after a glorious early visit from this doctor, Narnie forgot the bloody quilt. All hell broke loose I’ve been told – I wasn’t born then – and he raced down the hill with a rifle. Rifles were usually propped by doorways back then for snake shooting and the local folk weren’t too slow in helping themselves to whatever in homes etc. Not sure what happened but I was told the affair carried on for some years until the Marles couple moved to Hervey Bay where they both lived out their lives.
Till the next memory pops up, keep smiling. Much love and big hugs. xxxxxx