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Our landline phone was out of order
Peter took this picture on the morning of Sunday, the 7th of September 2014. This was Fathers Day in Australia. There were blue irises as well as a bottle of Peter’s favourite port-wine. The cake made with ground almonds was for the afternoon. Monika arrived in the afternoon with sons and daughters as well as two year old grandson Lucas. Monika brought gifts along for her Papa: A lovely bottle of wine, chocolates, scratchies and a card.
Son Martin rang from Melbourne at night-time. This call was diverted to our interim mobile phone that Telstra had sent us to use while our landline phone was out of order. This mobile phone had no ringing sound. Instead a computerised female voice always announced to us when we had a phone call.
Caroline and Matthew had been going away for a few days to attend the wedding of their friends. They are back now and we are going to see them on Sunday. They probably made a lot of pictures and are going to tell us a lot about their trip.
Peter thought he had a lovely Fathers Day last Sunday. We are looking forward to seeing Caroline and Matthew very soon.
How we settled in Australia
How we settled in Australia
We disembarked in Port Melbourne on the 31st of May, 1959. The same day a train took us from Melbourne to the Bonegilla Hostel (near Albury/Wodonga). The train was a special train for us migrants who had come on the S.S. STRAITHAIRD to Port Melbourne.
Around lunch-time we stopped in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. There were two long huts. Some Australian volunteer ladies were about to serve us a warm meal in these huts. One hut was designated for women and children, the other for men. Each hut was equipped with long tables and benches.
It was lunch-time. The meal for us consisted of meat with three vegies: Potatoes, carrots and peas. The peas were straight away called ‘Kuller-Erbsen’ by some German migrants for they thought the peas weren’t soft enough. They kept joking they were just good enough to be ‘kullert’ (rolled around)!
Peter was most upset that he wasn’t allowed to sit with me and the children. ‘I could’ve helped you with the feeding of the babies,’ he said. ‘Why on earth wouldn’t they let me sit with you?’ Yes, I would have loved Peter to be with us for the meal. Nonetheless, I felt that the feeding of the newcomers was well organised. I thought we ought to be thankful that they went to a lot of trouble to provide a warm meal for all of us. Strangely enough, I even liked the ‘Kuller-Erbsen’. The meat-rissoles were tasty and suitable to be fed to the babies. Besides, they had allowed us enough time for our lunch; we did not feel rushed at all. — And there were special chairs for all the babies! That gave me the feeling that Australians liked children. In Germany we had never seen a baby-chair in any public place!
In the evening our train stopped at a siding close to the Bonegilla Migrant Hostel. It was still early evening, but already pitch dark. And we could immediately feel that it was going to be a very cold night.
At the Hostel we were assigned two rooms in one of the huts. One room contained two single beds with two sheets and four Army blankets on each bed. In the other room were two baby cots, also with sheets and warm baby blankets. Both rooms were freezing cold. An electric radiator was in each room. We decided we would use only one room to sleep in, and use the other room as a store-room for our luggage and for one of the cots. One of the cots fitted into our bedroom. So we let our twenty-one months old baby sleep in it. Our six months old baby was to sleep in her pram, of course also in the same room with us. We pushed the two single beds together to make one big bed. One of the Army blankets we hung over the window as an extra buffer against the cold. Using both radiators for the one room it was soon pleasantly warm.
Before bedtime we were given another hot meal in the huge dining hall. We were told every day we would get breakfast, lunch and dinner in the dining hall. The meals were served from a counter. And again there was no shortage of baby-chairs for all the little ones!
For breakfast there was always semolina available, which was cooked in creamy milk. Our babies liked to eat it and so did I. Most German grown-ups didn’t like it at all and would complain that this sort of food was served every morning.
Nonetheless, this was not the only breakfast food. There was always toast and butter and jams as well as other hot cooked food; for instance baked beans, scrambled or boiled eggs or fried eggs with bacon. I think there was also fruit-juice on offer and of course hot tea as well as coffee. The coffee would not have been made the way Germans liked it, but I’m sure I thought by myself, we had really nothing to complain about!
We had severely cold nights during the month of June and wonderful sunshine during the day. We could use an outside laundry free of charge. There were a number of huge kettles and laundry tubs. Most mornings we boiled nappies in one of the kettles. After having rinsed those nappies in one of the laundry tubs, they were hung outside on one of the long clothes-lines. The sun quickly dried them. Taking the dry nappies of the line, they smelled wonderfully fresh! Some of the women made some rather sly remarks about how Peter was always around to help me with the babies as well as all the daily washing. They were probably envious that their husbands didn’t help them as much!
We soon made friends with another German couple who had two babies of about the same age as our babies. During the day we often went for walks with them. The fresh air was good for all of us, especially for the babies, two of them being pushed around in their prams, while the other two could already walk a bit and when they got tired they could sit on a little seat which was fastened to the front of the pram.
This other German family had been neighbours of ours on the S.S. Straithaird. The voyage on that P & O ocean-liner had been absolutely first class: Families with very small children had been accommodated on C-Deck with private cabins for each family! The cabins were large enough for double bunks for the parents as well as room for two cots. Right next to our cabin we had our own private bathroom, where the steward would fill the bathtub for us with hot seawater. He did this twice daily. Next to the bathtub was a dish which was filled with hot softwater for soaping ourselves.
Every morning our steward collected our baby nappies to take them to the laundry-service, for which we had to pay some money. We were not allowed to wash nappies in the communal laundry, which people could use for free. Our voyage lasted for five weeks. For a five weeks nappy-service we had sufficient money, only just. Naturally we could not buy anything in the shops on board the ship. This did not in the least matter to us. All the meals on board for the passengers were absolutely first class! We regarded this sea-voyage as the best holiday we ever had.
In Bonegilla we were immediatly given ‘dole’-money, since nobody had started work yet. The migrant workers were given a choice to look around themselves for a job or to start working in the Port Kembla Steelworks in Wollongong. Peter chose to go to Wollongong, a pleasant town at the Pacific Ocean. (We still live in the area!) Most migrants chose to start in the Steelworks. For a number of years Peter worked in the Steelworks with a gang of brush-handpainter climbing onto very high chimneys in order to paint these chimneys.
Over the years Peter has had lots of different jobs. He was never out of work. It was like that in the sixties: There were always jobs available for everyone. People did not have to be afraid of losing their job. In the seventies Peter joined the railways and eventually was an ASM (Assistant Station Master). He worked then for the railways until his retirement.
We raised four children in Australia. We are debtfree and own our own home. We never regretted that we left Germany to live in Australia. However we like to go back to Germany for visits. We’ve done so a number of times.
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Uta’s December 2021 Diary continued
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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!
During the last few years there have been many weddings in our family here in Australia! I am very proud of our family. I am already blessed with six great-grandchildren! 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
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doesitevenmatter3EditWhat wonderful memories! I hope they keep you smiling!
(((HUGS)))
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!
ReplyauntyutaEditThat’s wonderful, Carolyn! Congratulations! HUGS, UtaReply
Hope you are having a wonderful holiday season!
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freefall852EditI 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 ;
“I think, therefore I am”…
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;
“I remember, therefore I am”.
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-maker’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 best…I’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 am…Reply
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year’s! We did!
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(((HUGS)))Replygerard oostermanEditUta is in Hospital for a while and I spoke to her just once. Very hard to get though as Covid is overwhelming all hospitals and shortage of staff means the phones are busy. Visiting is not allowed. She has a broken wrist.Reply
Let me know if you hear any more news as the days go by. I wish her smooth healing and safety.
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You have my best wishes, love, and prayers for healing.
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She hopes to go home soon.Reply
ambrosequint EditHello, Uta…It is Joe Carli posting under a pseudonym of Ambrose Quint…a name I have used for a while for posting things…I see that you are in a lot of distress..I can only wish you better feelings for the near future as this situation must be quite dire and unsettling..I cannot say anything more than this..except I feel sorry for your distress…all the best Uta..Thank you, Joe, thank you very much!My son, Martin, recently had a horrible accident. He was unconcious on the road. It nearly killed him. His lovely dog protected him till help arrived.This shook me up immensely – My own distress is gone now. I am glad that Martin is home again and could write me an email – His GP is looking after him now. Thanks be to God!Reply
https://ambroseambles.blogspot.com/2022/01/caesars.html
There you will see the “introduction”/cover pages and the first part..scroll or click to see the next and so on..Reply
“Yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment. Since Wednesday, the 16th of June, I think it was the third time that I saw Dr. Krish (Nidja Krishnamurthy). Monika came with me to see the doctor. Monika questioned that I had to have more and more antibiotics.
Dr. Krish then prescribed Furosemide and Colecalciferol Capsules. {See above for information)
She also sent me to two different tests: First a blood test and then a test to check for blood clots in my right leg!
Monika further mentioned that geriatric Counselling might help. I found the following online:
https://www.mywellnesshub.in/blog/online-counselling-for-elderly-people-geriatric-psychotherapy/This article on geriatric counselling is very well written with a lot of insight:https://www.mywellnesshub.in/blog/online-counselling-for-elderly-people-geriatric-psychotherapy/Reply
Help them re-establish the continuity with their positive view of themselves
Help them dealing with the loss of their loved ones
Help them coping with the loneliness
Support and make them feel their worthIT SAYS “they should get a psychological support to make them feel calm.”HOW MANY OLD PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY BE IN A POSITION TO GET THIS KIND OF PSYCHOLOGICAL SUPPORT?
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From: The last Weekend in July 2013
Last weekend in July 2013
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I had taken the painkilling tablets the doctor had prescribed for me. I was supposed to take three times two tablets per day, however not more than six a day with intervals of at of at least six hours. For three days I took the six tablets per day. On Friday I already felt much better. I walked a lot in the sun. The right hand didn’t feel as painful any more. There was still some feeling of pins and needles, but I was able to do a lot more house-work than during the past few weeks. Friday afternoon Irene and Marion came to my place. We played a game of scrabble as we always do when we meet on a Friday afternoon. Then we had our coffee break. And after coffee and cake it was time for some games of Rummy. Irene said she’d have to leave early for her son was to come to have dinner with them. She went home just before five. We had had three hours of togetherness. For me three hours was plenty. I honestly felt very, very tired and was glad when Marion decided to go home too. Maybe she would have liked to stay a bit longer. I don’t know. However I did not hold back and proclaimed that I felt dead tired and desperately needed a bit of a rest. I did lie down on the sofa in the living-room.
Peter had been doing his things all afternoon but he agreed that he would cook dinner. He cooked some lovely cauliflower with breadcrumbs in plenty of butter. I needed only a short rest. Soon I got up again to have dinner with Peter. I felt very grateful that Peter had undertaken kitchen duties. This bit of a rest was so good for me. Before Peter started cooking he took my blood pressure. It was extremely low, however the pulse rate was very high. Peter gave me a glass of water. When he took my blood pressure again after about half an hour, the pulse rate had normalised and the blood pressure seemed pretty normal overall. It’s amazing what a difference a bit of rest can make!
On Saturday morning I got up very early because I had gone to sleep early the night before. My right arm and hand felt like it was improving a lot. I took a shower and continuously did exercises with arms and hands. Since I felt so much better and it promised to be a calm sunny morning, I had the idea to be walking to the pool. I very much longed for the solar heated water of the pool. Just the perfect morning to stretch out in the water for a few minute, I thought.
I had breakfast with Peter. I planned to arrive at the pool towards ten o’clock. There was some time to do a few things around the house and in the kitchen. Ten thirty am is the time when we like to watch the German News Program from Berlin. At the same time we usually have a cup of morning tea. When I told Peter I would be walking to the pool he reminded me I would not be able to watch the German News then. My response was that if he picked me up from the pool by twenty minutes past ten we could both be sitting in front of the TV by half past ten. Peter agreed that he would pick me up at the set time.
So I walked to the pool. It was a very pleasant walk. I did not have to walk too fast. Very cheerfully I arrived at the pool and talked to some attendants at the entrance. I soon noticed there was a class of women in the deep end of the pool. The instructress stood at the edge of the pool and gave instructions to some lively music. I was happy to stay at the shallow end of the pool. I had the whole area to myself. The water was flooded with beautiful sunshine. Doing my movements I felt very invigorated. I loved to have this bit of music from the top end. It helped me with moving about rather enthusiastically. I thanked God for such a wonderful morning.
After a few minutes all the women from the class did get out of the pool and assembled in the shower room. I soon followed. I was ready on time for Peter to pick me up. A bit after eleven we got ready to go to Dapto Shopping Centre. It took us nearly an hour to finish our shopping there. We bought some very good food and felt very happy with our purchases. However on our list were a lot more things to buy at another place. This would have taken us another hour. We decided to buy the other things on the following day, which was a Sunday. We wanted to go home and get lunch ready.
Saturday night I did fall asleep in front of the TV. When I woke up I noticed the TV had been turned off and Peter was in the other room talking to his sister Ilse on Skype. Ilse lives in Berlin where they have a great heat wave at the moment. I could hear every word Peter was saying and also every word Ilse was saying. After a while Peter came looking whether I was awake. He suggested I come over and talk to Ilse for a bit too. I love having a conversation with Ilse. I went to talk to her. There is always something to talk about with Ilse. This talk with Ilse cheered me up a lot.
Sunday morning I was up early again, early enough to walk to the early Mass at the Catholic Church in Dapto. Our Vietnamese priest is still on vacation, however the old priest who is taking his place for the time being, is a dear old man with a wonderful singing voice. Gee, I love the way he sings his hymns so enthusiastically! On my walk to the church I had touched my ZEN stone a lot. The fingers of my right hand had not been able to make a fist for over a month. However the painkilling tablets and exercising the fingers with this stone and sometimes also with some Chinese Iron Balls made my hand much better now. It was so comforting to say some prayers during mass. I came to realise once more how important my Catholic faith really is to me.
As I said we had to do a lot more shopping on Sunday. We also bought some lovely flowers. For afternoon tea we used our red teacups. We took pictures of our afternoon tea with the newly bought flowers on the table as well.
Today, Monday, we had another beautiful sunny day. Peter and I drove to the lake and took quite a few pictures there. I am going to show these in another post.
I left the house as the sun came up to walk to the church.
Since Saturday I have reduced the intake of these painkilling tablets by half. Tomorrow at ten o’clock I have to be at Southern Neurology in Wollongong.
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caption id=”attachment_3964″ align=”aligncenter” width=”300″] The GURU Coffee Lounge in Dapto Shopping Centre[/caption]
We went there early in the morning this week for a coffee break. I had been seeing a doctor in the Medical Centre across the road quite early in the morning. At 9am I had to go back to the Medical Centre for some tests.
The following day we went to Sydney to see my Prothetist at an Orthoplant Dental Laboratory who took on the immensely difficult task of making for me some new dentures. At the moment I was provided with some temporary dentures. Once I get used to them, he can create the real dentures.
After the appointment with the Prothetist (it was already my third visit to him!) Peter and I felt like going for a special treat. We chose the Lind cafe at Martin Place.
Later on we went to Hyde Park where Peter was feeding the birds with some of his muffin.
After our train-trip to Sydney yesterday (Wednesday) I had to go back to Dapto Medical Centre early this morning to find out about the test results. It was established there is no thrombosis, the blood test was normal too. But because I suffer from pain in my right arm, wrist and pins and needles in my right hand, some other test revealed that it has to do with a nerve strung. I did get now an appointment for next week at Southern Neurology in Wollongong. The doctors reckons all this has to do with old age. Ah, the blood test showed that I have Osteo Arthritis.
Today, Thursday, I went with Peter to Wollongong for Peter had to pick up there one of his hearing aids which had been repaired. Then we had time to go again to this beautiful cafe where we had been with Sylvia the previous Saturday. On the way we saw a few little toys. We thought it would be nice to have these toys for our three great grandchildren. So we bought the three toys.
With our little bag of gifts we entered the cafe. Surprise, surprise, we met there Monika, our daughter with Krystal, who is sixteen and Monika’s youngest daughter. It was such a beautiful surprise to see them there!
Going back to where we had our car parked, we took some pictures of MacCabe Park.
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A picture that Peter took on Fathers Day 2014
The following I found in the above blog:
“Son Martin rang from Melbourne at night-time. This call was diverted to our interim mobile phone that Telstra had sent us to use while our landline phone was out of order. This mobile phone had no ringing sound. Instead a computerised female voice always announced to us when we had a phone call.”
This shows that our landline phone had been out of order and how it was replaced with an interim mobile phone that had no ringing sound but a computerised female voice!
How odd is this!
MOVICOL
I have better bowel movements since I started taking MOVICOL I take it first thing every morning. My morning routine includes a cup of tea, a banana and some other fruit. After a wash or shower with nice warm water I get dressed and hopefully can go for a little walk. Later on I usually cook myself a nice breakfast. Often this nice breakfast is enough to have with it a second breakfast (Brunch) as well.
What do I do over one week? A normal week goes like this:
Mondays I get three hours home help, that is the home help comes at 9,30 AM and leaves at 12,30 PM. Tuesdays I do in the morning whatever I feel like doing. Wednesdays I join a STABILITY EXERCISE class at CITOS Bowling Club, with coffee and talking after the class and sometimes lunch at the Club as well. Thursdays my daughter Monika usually picks me up to take me out for lunch with her grandkids. Fridays I go to the CITOS CLUB again early in the morning. Sometimes I have have a lunch special again at the Club. From 2PM on I play SCRABBLE and Rummy with some of my friends.
What happens on the weekend? Saturday/Sunday I usually have totally to myself unless a family outing has been planned.
To have to be ready at a certain time, I find demanding, since it takes me up to two hours to get ready! I do everything so very slowly and often keep running out of time. But I am very happy that I can stilll live on my own.
Tomorrow, Monday, the 12th of February, is the funeral of my neighbour Barbara, who passed away on the first of February.
My home help stays with me until 12,30PM. This is the time when I’ll be ready to be taken to the funeral which starts at 1,30PM in Kiama. Two of my very kind neighbours are going to take me to the funeral.
Wednesday, 7th of February. New Start of Stability Exercise Class
I am looking forward to start the Stability Exercise Class again. The class is at the CITOS club today at 10 AM. After the class we stay for coffee with a bit of nice talking.
I thought yesterday Dapto would have no electricity for most of the day. But the planned outing was cancelled. They are going to do it some other day. It has to do with mantaining the aging power lines.
My deck looks good at the moment for yesterday after the rain I busied myself with sone good sweeping away all that water. I love doing this. It is so relaxing! Of course I do it very slowly. I felt good staying on my own yesterday. Spending a lot of extra time in the kitchen as well as on the computer was good. So, so I managed to write several longer emails to keep in touch with some family members. Among other things a trip to Sydney visiting daughter Caroline and son-in-law Matthew might happen soon as well as a meeting with granddaughter Lauren and her friend Aaron. Actually, I received a very nice email from Lauren yesterday and answered it straight away. I haven’t seen dear Lauren for several years, but hope to meet up with her soon. It is not so easy to keep in touch when everyone is always very busy. There seem to be less and less old people left that I can keep in touch with on a regular basis. So, this is the way it is, that old retired people are getting less and less. Still, most of us do not pass away early. We live longer and longer than ever before.
It is so good to see the younger people being adventurous and keeping themselves very busy. I an happy to stand back now and do a lot of reflecting about old times. So far I still have great memories about my life. When I cannot remember something all that well anymore, I like to look up what I have written about certain incidents and may have published in WordPress. I look and look for a special blog. I seem to remember that I had published a blog with pictures about a lovely outing many years ago. So, why is this blog not there anymore? I take hours wanting to find it. But it is just not there anymore!
Diary
I do not know when was the last time I wrote something for the Diary. It seems it may have been quite some time ago. My life is pretty good right now; and the way I cope with everything is getting better. It is so good, that I can still look after myself. Sure, I do need a bit of extra help, and with advancing age the help I do need is likely to increase. However, any extra help I get I accept gracefully now. Yes, I find it liberating to be able to say thank you to everyone who gives me some help. Actually, there are many people who always want to help when they see I might need some help.
One daughter of mine struggles with some health issues right now, and I pray for her that she gets better soon. The rest of the family is doing well. The younger daughter came visiting me yesterday with her family. They stayed ar my place for three hours. We all had a good time and talked a lot. I always feel good when I can talk a lot of different people. We were four adults and a sweet little boy who had fun exploring my place. The visitors had brought a very good lunch along and did all the catering for me. This felt so good to have a perfect lunch ar home for all of us. The daughter, son-in-law and son-in-laws son they all did their share to bring all the great food to the table. And later on they cleared everything away and did the dishes always working together in unison. I stayed out of their way. However I had always someone to talk to.
Son-in-law made the coffee and served it for all of us outside to the table. It was good to sit outside on the deck where the table was covered a bit with some awning and an umbrella. The air was lovely fresh. There was only a little bit of rain and sometimes a slight breeze.
Today are the tennis finals which I am going to watch now.
In Memory of Gaby
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With Love from Gaby, Dave, Bonnie & Clyde
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Gaby came down with poliomyelitis on her fourth birthday. That was in 1961. When she was 32, in 1989, she left institutional care and moved into her own home in Merrylands West, a Western suburb of Sydney. David (Dave) became her full time carer. But as a quadriplegic with breathing difficulties who needed to sleep in an iron lung, she needed several people to come in on a daily basis to look after her diverse needs.
Anyhow, Gaby was happy to leave the home for disabled people and move into her own home. 40 year old David did for nearly twenty years a marvellous job in doing whatever he could for Gaby. But in the end his health deteriorated more and more. It became impossible for him to the the things for Gaby he would normally have to do as her carer. It was a rather sad situation. Gaby knew that David needed help but she did not know how to provide this for him.
Gaby and David both loved animals. Soon after moving in Gaby acquired a companion dog provided by the people who train dogs for blind people. Dave liked that dog too. They called her Bonnie. A cat named Clyde became Bonnie’s companion. Gaby just adored her animals. They were like her children. She always saw to it that they had everything they needed.
I happen to have still a Christmas card from Gaby and Dave with a calendar for 1998 in it. The card came with a book: A Tolstoy biography by A.N. Wilson, first published in Great Britain in 1988. This is a great reference book and a great read. Gaby chose this book for me as a Christmas gift. She did choose very well. She always took great care to choose gifts for all the family for birthdays and for Christmas. Of course her funds were limited. So she always looked for bargains. Quite often her choices were astoundingly good.
Sadly Gaby lost Bonnie. She was lucky that after some time she was given a replacement dog which she called ‘Honey’. Honey was quite skinny at first but soon filled out a bit.
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Auntie, Sister. Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Mother and Wife of German Descent I’ve lived in Australia since 1959 together with my husband Peter. We have four children, eight grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I started blogging because I wanted to publish some of my childhood memories. I am blogging now also some of my other memories. I like to publish some photos too as well as a little bit of a diary from the present time. Occasionally I publish a story with a bit of fiction in it. Peter, my husband, is publishing some of his stories under berlioz1935.wordpress.com View all posts by auntyuta
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cardamone5EditThese pictures, and your narrative, warm my heart.Fondly,
ElizabethReplyberlioz1935EditGaby was a great character and was loved by all who had contact with her. She never forgot a name or face. On Monday it is two years that she past away suddenly.Reply
catterelEditShe lives on in your hearts – such happy memories. Blessings xReply
aussieian2011EditA beautiful sad story to read Uta, a story of a Princess and her Prince Charming.
David is to be commended for his love and loyalty, that is a beautiful picture of Gaby
at her computer desk.
Regards
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