my father bought this plate for my mother early on in their marriage (circa 1950)
my mother bought this clock for her parents' 30th? wedding anniversary (1951) She's recently had it repaired and it came back chiming a very quirky and incorrect version of the Westminster chimes
it's about time Mum got herself a new dictionary! Somehow she still manages to use it for her crosswords ...
this has been the 'sugar' cup forever
taken over fifty years ago ...
I had a coffee with Palmerston North poet Helen Lehndorf on Tuesday, gaining insight and another take on Palmerston North's culture and character.
On the walk back to my mother's place, I hatched the beginnings of a poem about Palmerston North.
ghost gums dance
A cinch to navigate
streets so straight.
in front of rough-cast villas,
boy racers could flip
it over like a pancake.
where on Palmerston North nights
roar right through
the very walls of bedrooms, or