Isabella’s First Communion
Bella warms up
Jack stretches his legs
Shirley U7 Black on the move
Bella hands bag a tag
Jack charges through the opposition
Tapping off
Bella on the move
Rugby season kicks off
Remembering Pop
Pop passed away on Saturday. He’d faced a real uphill battle recovering from his broken hip in August. He’s now at peace.
Ken Matthews was a prominent figure in my early childhood. He features a lot in my memories of growing up on the farm in Australia. Then we moved away and was absent until I got married in 2001. By then I was living in England and had taken an interest in our family history. I visited the village where Pop was born and grew up. I could now see the places where is childhood adventures were carried out (such as the accidental detonation of a pit of unexploded Luftwaffe bombs near Nailsea - our little secret aye Pop?)
After Nana passed away in 2007, I knew I had to take advantage the time I would get with Pop when we returned to NZ. We only got to see him for 4 weeks around Juliet’s baptism. But it was time well spent. Pop talked of how we should appreciate our time together as a family. He was a man of little regret - but longed to be with his wife again.
And so you are. Rest in peace Pop. Thank you for all you gave.
WARNING: I’m two
- What’s mine is mine
- What’s yours is mine
- What’s theirs is mine
Juliet reached the age many parents dread this weekend. She’s two years old and loving it. Our little one is now older than Millie was when we emigrated to NZ. How time flies.
Her character is coming out in spades now. She has a great affection for her family, dolls and “chippies”. A strong sense in fashion. And a desire to get stuck into whatever her brother and sisters are doing.
We love you Lulu. Don’t ever change.
Blogging is dead, long live the blogs!
Moving the blog to a new home. The old one will remain on Wordpress as an archive. This here is a fresh start…
