HARD TO BELIEVE...

 

HARD TO BELIEVE...

that you would have been celebrating your 91st birthday today...I wonder if you would have changed as little as your sisters did, both of whom reached 92 years...

I'm sure that your always encompassing smile and open heart would be the same. I remember your laughter, those twinkling eyes.. your pretence at being upset when Dad teased you about something.. and those swinging hips when you were actually annoyed. Dad would shrug it off, saying that you would be fine... or at least he hoped so.

You loved nothing better than being surrounded by family and friends..

It seemed the jug was always boiling, teapot warmed and that small kitchen table always had room for one more setting. Both you and Dad would be the first to offer help to any and all in need..  We were taught from a very early age that the greatest gift you could give anyone was to listen and reach out... I lost count very early on of the numbers of people you cooked a meal for, made up a bed, delivered "just a few items", took care of ill relatives or friends, offered a lift .. or in some times, dug through your own small wardrobe to clothe someone else.

What I miss most is having you see your grandchildren grow up to become the wonderful people they are.. and your great grandchildren... 

So much to say, but so much already said.. 

Today, the anniversary of your birthday, I, along with so many others, remember you with love and admiration. Rest in peace, beautiful lady.

Pa (Roy Swadling) Peg & Vince Catsoulis (Mum & Dad) Scarborough c 1965

Photo above..

Margaret Joy (Peg) Swadling 17 yrs, Dorrigo, NSW

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Can You Hear Their Footsteps?

 Can You Hear Their Footsteps?

I can hear them marching, Mummy..

right there in the street

there's Grandad and Uncle

and I see my Dad's big feet.

Left, right.. left, right..

Oh, they do look strong

Left, right, left, right 

That's Dad's favourite song.

Their uniforms are different

why are they not the same?

Weren't they all together..

I wonder who's to blame.

Oh, look, they're coming closer

I hope they do see me.

Mummy why are you crying?

Grandad says I'll soon be free.

I can hear their footsteps

They are very close to me

I'm off to join the soldiers

I'll be marching and be free. 

She laid her son to rest, beside their family - 

four brave soldiers, marching evermore.

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