35 YEARS WITHOUT MY MUM

Mum died 35 years ago, suddenly and tragically for us all, at the age of 45. 

 If I could just change one thing in my life, if I could turn back time - it would be to have my mum.  Mum has been gone longer than I had her in my life, but her influence has been and is still with me.

 From a very impoverished start to life, and the youngest of six siblings she worked hard to provide for her own.  I still remember the many stories she often told of her years growing up with her brothers and sister by the sea at Carpenters Rocks.  Living in a house made of scrap pine, some stone and lined with newspapers to keep the cold out!

 Alice, Frederick, John, Powis, Robert, James and baby Myra around 3 years old we think

I think she is about 10 or 11 years old in this photo, around the same age as her great granddaughter Baie.

Teenage years.

 On the beach (with the legs and shape she didn't pass on!!)

 On the rocks at Bungalow Bay

At the Lakes with only sister and big sister Alice and the mother she adored - my Nanny Bessie Muriel.

A photo of Mum and Dad that I found and tried to restore, not very successfully!  I think it's the one that Dad carried in his wallet for years.