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‘But can’t I go with you?’ Amie pleaded as the men filled their sacks with current buns, water and equipment for climbing like hooks and rope. ‘Bitte Schone! Bitte! Bitte! Bitte!’ Amie ran after them as the men trudged up the valley to the mountains. ‘How will you get across the rapids?’
‘We have to do this, Amie—and Frau Biar’ll be suspicious if we don’t go right now to find Friedrich,’ Joseph said.
Every autumn, Dad and Mum picked berries while my brother and I, with our sieves, fished for yabbies and tadpoles. Once caught, we placed them in our glass jars to take home as pets. I liked to watch my tadpoles slowly turn into frogs, if they didn’t die or get eaten by our cats first.Read more "Story Behind the Painting (10)"
Exhausted, yet restless to advance
Ever onwards in a trance,
No. 2 Son bolted. Now that we were at Ormiston, he wanted to see what it was about the place that Grandpa found so attractive.Read more "T-Team Revisited 2013: Remembering Dad"
Dad sucked on his lemon (a proven refreshment and guard against dehydration). ‘About a-quarter-to-twelve.’ He continued to sit and suck on his lemon as if in no hurry.
‘A-quarter-to-twelve?’ I stood. ‘We’ll never get there. We can’t even see the trig.’
A dear relative of mine had computer troubles, so eventually, after going computer-cold-turkey for a couple of days and giving me cause for concern, she rang her nearest and dearest computer-expert.Read more "Monday Missive: Help!"