It is 2012 and I am pondering what to write, so much to tell my girls, so much to share, remembering to talk to them about where they came from, their heritage and all the things that shaped me as a person from my childhood, to assist in their future.
Special things, little things, like playing mudpies, flying kites, long stories told by the fireside, of apple fritters, and home made bread, of drop scones, and walks in the Botanical Gardens. Watching my beautiful Mother talk to my girlfriends about growing into women, when their own Mothers could not. The smells from the kitchen of home made chocolate cake, jam slice, pineapple tart, the biscuit tins were always full..
