Not everyone feels warm and fuzzy about Shakespeare. He has been the cause of years of tears and failing grades. In contrast, his aficionados eat, live and breathe his works. They develop hunched backs from lifetimes spent in library carrels pouring over his musty writings.
Long before I was born, one of Mom’s cousins gave birth to a baby girl and named her Melda Madeline. However, the family chose to call her by her second name — Madeline. Mom always wished they had called her Melda. From that time forward, she decided that if she ever had a baby girl, she would name her Melda.
A few hours later, Mom waltzed into the house feeling like a brand new woman. She was walking on air after spending a refreshing evening with friends. And then she saw the mess I had made. Her heart sank and her eyes brimmed with tears. I had not washed a single dish. Every ingredient I had used still sat in a heap on the counter. The cupboard drawers were hanging half open. Mom’s neat and tidy kitchen had been trashed.
Jonathan, you were a treasured son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin and friend. You packed a lot of living into your nineteen years. You left us with wonderful memories that demonstrate just how special you were. In our minds, you are forever a vibrant, strong, handsome young man. One of these days, we’ll be seeing you, Nanny & Papa Townsend, Nanny & Grampy Roache, Aunt Ceinwen and many, many more. We will have a lot of catching up to do…
We made a marvelous first impression with the housekeeper — well, that’s a big fat lie. Just as I picked up a bottle of fire engine red nail polish, I lost my grip and watched in slow motion as it fell and shattered into a million pieces on the unforgiving ceramic tile floor. The room resembled a murder scene from your favourite crime show. My feet and legs were blood-spattered as if I had been stabbed a hundred times.
Every teen wants a car. I was no different. I begged my parents, unsuccessfully I might add, to buy me teeny weeny car. A sleek Chevy Camaro, a noisy Pontiac Trans Am, a streamlined Pontiac Firebird or a sporty Ford Mustang would have made me very happy. However, most teens that I knew were driving Dodge Darts, AMC Gremlins, Dodge Furys, Chevy Novas and Ford Pintos. There was nothing glamorous about this collection, but a car of any description meant…
Real life love stories truly fascinate me. I always want to know how couples met each other. Was it a blind date? At university? While milking goats? At a wedding? In high school? A Halloween costume party? An office romance? In a support group? While cutting hay? Through a friend of a friend? Set up by parents? A newspaper ad?
Our house overlooked the water. As Dad peered through the window he noticed something strange taking place. A yacht was going around in circles in dangerously, shallow water. How had the sailor avoided the many rocky ledges and islands? Was he lost? Had he suffered a medical emergency? Was there even anybody in the yacht?
My Great-grandparents, John Roache Sr. and Wilhemina Williams Roache, raised a large family of four sons: Leonard, Lyman, Norman and John Jr. and four daughters; Agusta (Gusty), Leona, Serena (Renee) and Jennie — in rugged conditions at the very end of West Head. Keeping enough food on the table was constant challenge for the family.
New Year’s Resolutions — I think everybody has them even if they don’t admit it. Many of them involve diets and gym memberships. After much careful thought, I have compiled a list of goals I would really like to achieve in 2016. I believe most of them are doable with little or no deprivation. Have a read and copy any of them that appeal to you. Enjoy!