Sunday dinner

tonight ingrid and i had dinner at mum's house with granny. we ate pavlova topped with berries for dessert, very,very yummy. with her usually style and in spite of it being her birthday she was giving gifts. she has such a special bond with the great grands that it makes her miss the ones so far away all the more. when we visit with each other she always tells me about her latest talk with you all. the thing that i most love are her recollections of her past. stories of home and stories of family alive and gone are always a treat to be told. she talks of her mother being a midwife, her son being less orthodox in his education, another being pained by his features, her time in alice springs and their decision to move to australia. tonight my opening was to say that with this heatwave has been so oppressive i considered sleeping on the beach at semaphore after our swim last night. Granny then said that they used to do that in whyalla. the house they used to live in was just around the corner from the beach and it had shelters that were perfect for sleeping under. in an age before everyone had airconditioners the migrants would seek any relief possible from the seemingly unnatural heat to which they were unaccustomed. they when granny and granda moved further away everyone had to catch the bus to the beach instead of walking. granny remembers the bus drivers name, i don't, and that to make your destination you told the driver as you got on "Norrie Ave thank you" and he would take you as close as possible on his run to your home.
those were the days my friend.