Down Memory Lane Workbook Now Ready

Hey, hey.it’s Saturday again.  Time for Six Word Saturday

I am sorry to say that the site no longer exists, but some of us are continuing with Six Word Saturday. Please join us for a bit of. fun.

My six words are in the title if this post. “To live in lives we leave behind, is not to die.”
Judith Baxter 1938 –

In 2009 I devised and have since run a course on Memory Witing,  This is not to write your life story, but to record your memories to pass on to future generations. But now, after so many years, the time came for the workbook to be updated.  And now it has been,

The course is ideally, run as a group, but sometimes I have had people who either didn’t have the time or the desire to work in a group, and so they have successfully worked through the course on their own using the workbook.

The course comprises six sessions and depending on the number of people involved, will usually take about one and a half to two hours.

I introduce the course with a few remarks:-

On and off over the years, I have written my memories.
I told them and read them to my young children when they were too young to read for themselves, and they treated them like fairy stories.
Those memories were the bricks on which we built our lives My growing up during and after World War Two was a totally foreign environment to them. And as we moved to New Zealand when they were seven and four London was mostly foreign to them too, although I called it home and we visited family there bi-annually.
The children grew up and made their own memories, but I continued to write mine.
At one time, I printed out the memories. I had them ring-bound and they sat on the coffee table along with other, much better-presented coffee table books.
Friends began to notice and ask how they could/should start to collect and collate their memories, and so the course was devised and with it came this workbook for participants.

And I am now pleased to say the workbook is ready to go onto Amazon to be sold. But before then, I should like to offer a copy to any of my followers who would like to receive one. Please send an email to judith@judithbaxter.net.nz with Memory Lane Workbookin the subject line and I will respond asap.

This is really a great and precious gift for your future generations, so I hope to hear from you.

“Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions,
they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.
But no one can ever take away your precious memories.”
Judith Baxter, friend, mother, sister, aunt and blogger. 1938-

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Six Word Saturday – Phobias

Really.  You say it’s Saturday again.  Time for Six Word Saturday

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Trump’s phobia is  fear of sharks

We learn that he is Galeophobic which, Wikipedia tells us is “an abnormally
large and persistent fear of sharks.” So now we have found something which the all-powerful President fears.  What do you fear?

I used to be scared of cats – Ailurophobia is defined as “the persistent, irrational fear of cats.”  This fear was alleviated by a series of EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique) and now I can even stroke my grandson’s cat. My late husband – the DYS – would be horrified. I always told him he couldn’t bring a Siamese cat into the house;  if he did so I would leave.

I don’t know that I have any other phobias, but I have an aversion to snow and Wikipedia tells me that is – Chionophobia – the extreme dislike or fear of snow. Of course, I don’t fear it, but having lived with it in both Scotland and Montreal I choose not to go where it is. I much prefer the beach.

“What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not.
And deluding the unwary
Till the fatal bolt is shot.”
William Wordsworth, English Romantic poet. 1770 -1850.

 

Notes
1.  I see that this post was started on January 27, 2018. I wonder what exciting thing drew me away from it.
And after publishing this post. I find that Six Word Saturday runs no more and the domain showmyface.com is available for sale.

 

 

 

Six Word Saturday

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The Day Mother Nature Took Control

Well, today Mother Nature said “Enough is Enough.  I am in control here”.

Wellington at Daybreak Today Photo Courtesy Simon Woolf Photographer

Here in Wellington, we have been enjoying summer weather most days, with no or very occasional rain, while the rest of the country has been battling rain, floods and high winds.  But today MN said “Time to stand up and be counted.  It’s time you got some rain and wind.”

Storm coming into Wellington. Photo courtesy Simon Woolf, Photographer

So late yesterday she acted on her promise(?).  We have been sorely needing rain for the past few weeks and have been confined to using only handheld hoses for our gardens and then only on alternate days.  So we were quite happy to see the rain.

We just got very wet and the wind was very strong at our place.  But now it has moved on.    Other areas of the city were not so fortunate.  Our low lying coastal areas were hammered by rain and huge waves and surface flooding as a strong southerly wind coupled with a high tide.

And then, amongst all of this, there was an Earthquake at 8.12 am.  Quite small, only 4.5 on the Richter Scale.  See how blase we are about earthquakes here.

So another day comes to a close. I have just finished reading The Beautiful Mystery by Louise Penny.  Watch for my review on my other site in the next day or so.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday Again

It’s Saturday again and so time to rejoin the gang at Six Word Saturday.  If you’d like to play along just click on the badge above.

SO THE SECOND SATURDAY IN 2016

And what a beautiful day it has been.  Summer has kicked up her skirts and her heels and come back to New Zealand where she belongs.

Lawn mowing was the order of the day.  And if you know me you’ll know that lawn mowing is as rare an occupation as silver cleaning.  But it’s a very small garden and so armed with a new, small lawn mower I set to work.  But not before I had to go back to the shop where I purchased the mower earlier this morning.  I couldn’t get the danged thing to work.  Two charming young women at the store sympathised with me, connected the machine to the power, turned it on and hey presto! you guessed it, it worked.

So sheepishly I took my leave and came home.  But I still couldn’t get the thing to go.  Capable daughter to the rescue.  She pushed the switch and again hey presto!  Apparently, I had been pathetic and hadn’t hit the button hard enough.  So again, egg on my face but at least the grandsons were not on hand to see the fiasco.

Lawn, mostly weeds after the jungle was cleared, is now mown (mowed?) and things are looking much better. Task  No 2. I had purchased a garden storage box online and you guessed it, it comes as a flat pack.  Obviously,  I’m not the most practical person around but it looked easy enough to put together – no tools needed, read the advertisement.  Well, what an impossible task this was.  Grandson No 4 (16 years old) came to the rescue but after about 15 minutes declared he couldn’t put it together. So back to me.  Of course, I couldn’t do it at the second attempt so Grandson No 4 called his mother, the ever capable, but she threw up her hands in disgust.  This is honestly the very first flat pack she hasn’t been able to put together.  So now begins the no doubt protracted dealing with the supplier to take it back and refund my money.

But this is only the second Saturday in the year there are another 51 to get through.  Happy Saturdays.

Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Andersen

Home Alone

JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT – HOME ALONE

It’s a wet blustery winter night in Wellington.  When I arrived home from the hospital, even though the heating was on and the house was warm, I lit the fire.

Then I lit the candles. 

There, that’s so much better.

 

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 ARE WE HAVING ANY FUN? – NO!

Just when everything seems to be going your way, something comes along and hits you smack in the face.  Well, a few days ago that’s what happened to me.

My partner (the Architect) was diagnosed with a brain tumour.  He became confused and mixed up 2 weeks ago and was admitted to hospital about 10 days ago.  He has had a biopsy that confirmed the initial diagnosis.

But all is not lost.  He is on steroids which are reducing the swelling and today he was about 85% back to normal.  They propose to continue the steroids and next week we shall see an oncologist to determine whether he will have radiation therapy or chemotherapy.

So that’s where I have been these last few days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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And then tonight I went to check my emails to see that I had 3,765 emails in the Junk folder.  And that’s where all the emails announcing that you have written a new post have landed.  Google or WordPress?  One or other is going mad.

So apologies for not reading or responding to your posts.  Life got in the way.