Category Archives: Sharing


“Every sunrise is an invitation for us to arise and
brighten someone’s day.”
Richelle E. Goodrich from Smile Anyway:

Today I have a question for you.

Do you give your spare $20 to one man or do you give a little to several?

This has been bothering me as I walk through town today.  I took the train to town and as I got off, I saw a young man sitting in the underpass with a sign asking for help to get to see his daughter.

I stopped to speak to him and he told me his daughter was 2 yesterday and he needed help for the train fare to get there and back.  He was 17 years old and unemployed.    He was very respectful and blessed me when I gave him $2.  He said the little girl lived with her grandparents as the mother was still at school.  He acknowledged they had made a mistake but loved his child and was glad they had her.

I walked away feeling pleased that I could help him even if only in a small way, but later the question rose and lingered.  I don’t have an answer, do you?

There are more and more young people looking for help.  Some are raising money to go on a school trip, some are looking for money for food and some, like his young man, need a little help for a particular reason.  I know we can’t help them all, but we can help some.



















florence nightingale

Yesterday I put away my Florence Nightingale attire.  My friend with the new hip is now able to get around on his own.  No crutches in the house and only one when he is out walking.  And yesterday he drove the car for the first time.  So now things are back to normal and Lotte and I are in our own home again.

It has been an interesting three weeks, split between two houses, but mostly spent at his house.  And it’s very strange to have to consider another person when I am making plans.  After all I have been on my own for 14 years.


Yesterday was also the day that I decided to get all my Christmas shopping done.  And in one store.  Our local department store had a special Christmas shopping day – for every $100 spent one gained a $25 voucher to spend in the store before Christmas.  So now I have the shopping completed and all these vouchers to spend on me.  But wait, because they were so busy there was no gift wrapping so that is the next thing on the list.

us govt jet

Yesterday a US Government jet spotted at Wellington Airport was carrying a senior spook, although Prime Minister John Key, who is in charge of intelligence services, is not saying whyHe confirmed the plane was carrying an US intelligence official who met a New Zealand spy. The visitor was ‘‘obviously pretty senior’’ given he or she had come in an US Government plane.

The plot thickens.

Dawna Markova

Yesterday a year ago I was thinking and writing about Dawna Markova.  She it was who wrote the poem “I Will Not Die”  in 1980s when she was facing a life-threatening illness.  The poem appears in the book of the same name.  Click here to read an excerpt.

And in case you are interested here is the link to last year’s post – I Will Not Die .

Kate Middleton

Yesterday we learned that Kate Middleton aka the Duchess of Cambridge has been hospitalised with severe morning sickness.  Oh how well I remember those dreadful mornings.  But the world wasn’t kept up to date and informed on my dealings with the dreaded sickness, nor on the progress of my pregnancies.

So while we rejoice for the young, happy couple we can feel for them that they will not be able to enjoy this wonderful time out of the media spotlight.  Well of course, whether it is a boy or a girl the child will be numbered in line for the throne of England.

Yesterday  We learned that two Guinness World Record holders had died; one the oldest person and the other the tallest woman.

116-year-old woman listed by Guinness World Records as the oldest living person anywhere around the globe died on Tuesday in a nursing home in the US state of Georgia, soon after having her hair done.  Besse Cooper died peacefully at the Park Place nursing home in Monroe, Georgia, according to her son Sidney Cooper.  Looking good to the end Bessie.  Congratulations.

And news reports from China  say Yao Defen died in November in her home town in the eastern province of Anjui.  She was the world’s tallest woman measuring 2.33m.  Her height was the result of a tumour and by the age of 13 she was 1.85m tall.  Her family put her in a circus to supplement their meagre income.  What a sad life she must have had.

And just because I like the song  here’s Yesterday by the Fab Four – Oh how young they (and we) were then.

“I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible;
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.”

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Happy Independence Day

I do know that many if not all my American blogging buddies will write about Independence Day the celebrations and what the day means to them.  So what, I asked myself could I possibly add being an Englishwoman?  And I answered myself “Nothing”.

So I decided to look up the definition of Independence/Independent in my Colllins Dictionary, and saw that it gives 10 definitions.

Independence – n  the state or quality of being independent.

Independent – adj

  1. free from control in action, judgement etc; autonomous
  2. not dependent on anything else for function, validity etc; separate
  3. not reliant of the support, especially financial , of others
  4. capable of acting for oneself or on one’s own; a very independent little girl
  5. providing a large unearned sum towards one’s support (especially independent means, independent income)
  6. living on an unearned income
  7. Maths (of a system of equations) not all satisfied by the same set of values for the variables
  8. Logic (of two or more propositions) unrelated
  9. an independent person or thing
  10. a person who is not affiliated to or who acts independently of a political party.

Having followed many bloggers for a little over a year I can attest to the fact that most, if not all, are certainly free from control in action, not reliant on the support of others,  capable of acting for oneself and an independent person.

We all like and probably need support of others in our lives, but we can and often do manage without any.

So to my sister living in Los Angeles, my adopted sister in Virginia and all my other American blogging buddies

Happy 4th of July“You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness.  You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.” ~Erma Bombeck, 1927-1996

The Giant Christmas Pudding

Until 1991 here in New Zealand we had only one provider of mobile phone services – the mega company, Telecom.  Another provider came onto the scene when BellSouth was introduced.  BellSouth was part of the AT&T Corp and was subsequently purchased by Vodafone.

However, back to those early days.  In a bid to increase market share, BellSouth identified possible users and wooed us with offers of free phones (unheard of in 1991) and the incentive that if we introduced others to the service we would gain 60 free minutes for each one.  At that time, all minutes were charged – no included minutes in the contract.

Well I was one of those wooed in this way.  In fact, I am told by the guy at Vodafone that I was the 26th person to change to BellSouth and only the 4th in Wellington.

Now go back to that first Christmas.  BellSouth treated those of us who were early users,  royally.  Each day for 12 days a courier arrived with a parcel for me.  [Note here – my daughter who worked for me and whose phone we had transferred to BellSouth wasn’t treated in this way.]  Each day the courier would arrive with a big smile and say  “He’s sent you something again today.” And then he’d leave with a smile on his face.

I don’t remember all that I received but things included mince pies, chocolates, packs of cards, a juggling game.  But the piece de resistance was on the day that we closed the office.  The courier arrived with a very large blue box with a golden bow tied around it.  BellSouth’s colours here.  He insisted that I open the box in front of him because he was determined to find out what “he” had sent me on that day.  Mind you the smell of brandy was very strong.  Everybody gathered around me while I opened the box.  And there was without a doubt the biggest Christmas pudding I have ever seen.  It was in the shape of a bell and even though it had no doubt been well soaked in brandy it came complete with a small bottle of brandy.

Luckily I wasn’t stopped on the way home because the car reeked of brandy and I would have had a hard time convincing the cop that it wasn’t me!

Christmas was two days away and as luck would have it both my children were going to be out of town for the holiday.  My dashing young Scotsman and I were going to be on our own, so with another couple, we were going to a local restaurant for Christmas dinner.  We were regulars there and so the owners sent a car for us and then after several hours, organised the same car to take us home.  But that’s a story for another day.

Back to this enormous pudding.  I took it home and we discussed what to do with it.  It was obviously far too large for us and we didn’t have any intention of letting it go to waste.

So early next morning I started ringing around the organisations who help those in need.  Nobody was interested in our pudding.  eventually, at 11.55am I got a hit – yes they would love to have the pudding.  They were closing at 12 noon and could I get it there in time?  No way.  Did they have another suggestion?  The phone was put down while a discussion ensued with somebody else in the office.  When they came back they gave me the address of a family of seven who had little or no money and would no doubt welcome the pudding.  The family lived not far from us and so I took the pudding to them.

I hate the whole “Lady Bountiful” idea and so I just left the big box on top of the letter (mail) box.  Then drove further up the cul-de-sac in order to turn around.  As I went down the road again I heard an excited young voice calling out “Mum I think Santa came early”.  I was so happy to have found a welcome place for my Christmas pudding.

Unfortunately, that was the only year that BellSouth recognised its clients in this way.  But we still talk about the Giant Christmas Pudding.

For those of you not familiar with a Christmas pudding this is a traditional steamed spicy pudding served for dessert on Christmas day.  The web abounds with recipes.  Click here for a favourite.

There are many traditions associated with Christmas puddings.  Growing up mother always put silver threepenny pieces in the pudding – we had to return it for use again next year if we were lucky enough to find one in the pudding.

Another tradition is for everybody in the family to stir the pudding when it’s being made. As they each take a turn to stir, they make a wish. Of course, they mustn’t do it out loud or tell anyone what they wished for otherwise, it won’t come true.

On a silver dish the Christmas pudding reposed in its glory.  A large football of a pudding, a piece of holly stuck in it like a triumphant flag and glorious flames of blue and red rising round it.  There was a cheer and cries of ‘Ooh-ah.’”
The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding’, by Agatha Christie

And I am sorry that I don’t have a picture of the bell-shaped pudding but found this when looking for a picture to use

Christmas pudding

Roger and Valerie Holley put the finishing touches to their giant hedge which they have transformed into a Christmas pudding Photo: SOUTH WEST NEWS