Uta’s December 2021 Diary continued

In the meantime there has been the 4th Sunday of Advent, also the anniversary of Peter’s and mine 65th wedding in 1956! It was a very small wedding, only the two witnesses as guests! ๐Ÿ™‚

During the last few years there have been many weddings in our family here in Australia! ๐Ÿ™‚ I am very proud of our family. I am already blessed with six great-grandchildren! ๐Ÿ™‚ Also a seventh one born only some six months ago. This beautiful little great-grandson is daughter Caroline’s step grandson, that is Matthew, her husband, has a daughter, Alex, from his first marriage, who has a lovely baby boy son now! We have been to the wedding of Alex and Josh among many other weddings within our family. Two weddings took place only after the couple had lived together already for a number of years.

To be continued

7 thoughts on “Uta’s December 2021 Diary continued

  1. What wonderful memories! I hope they keep you smiling! ๐Ÿ™‚
    (((HUGS))) ๐Ÿ™‚
    PS…my hubby and I celebrated 45 years recently! We met as teenagers. We were together/dating 3 years before we got married. And we were good friends 1 year before we started dating. So we’ve been together 49 years! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
    ๐Ÿ˜€

  2. I trust you are keeping well, Uta and ready to step-up to the new year..I hope it is agood one for you and yours..as you say above…all the best..

    Cogito ergo sum..

    Cogito ergo sum ;
    โ€œI think, therefore I amโ€โ€ฆ
    Can this be the sum of parts, the total the making of a man?
    Cogito ergo sum..I think..therefore I am?
    But what is it we think OF, that best explains WHO I am?
    Better perhaps to say; Memoro ergo sum;
    โ€œI remember, therefore I amโ€.
    For it is memories of a lived life that more maketh a man.
    What are we without the sentiment of reminders,
    That places rich colours on the canvas?
    Like a watch-makerโ€™s fidget wheels,
    Turning, turning, turning..in sweeping tireless whorls.
    Layer upon layer of the mechanics of a lived life,
    Jewels and teeth and precious times..and yes..strife..always strife,
    I cannot..will not deny to myself one treasured jot,
    Take the worst with the bestโ€ฆIโ€™ll take the bloody lot!
    The unstoppable march of time doth come,
    When the ferryman of The Styx calls to claim his alms,
    I will welcome him to my house with a chant of psalms.
    My command of such memories maketh me more of a man.
    So . . .
    Memoro ergo sum,
    I remember, therefore I amโ€ฆ

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