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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-74464897943303752632020-09-19T08:01:00.024+10:002020-09-19T09:29:49.447+10:00Stepping Back in Historic Hartley<p> </p><p>At the foot of the mountain, and hidden at the end of a dirt track is the burial ground for many important settlers of the pocket of land I call home. I had visited this site in my university days when taking grave rubbings of a particular family for an assignment I was working on for my Australian history course. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaYeR5r4X0uNuoz-5u0RrM7X66cbDIWSZMvnSb5r7A-8Cv-Ny02ueZVSqJ-6pSl3_J93jbAfoFfTizoVc84jHlHk3YjumU76LmtsYpnZ9BpQag2Yaiw7mBbQUu7dEU8JRdH9xLgQq7w/s2048/HVC1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaYeR5r4X0uNuoz-5u0RrM7X66cbDIWSZMvnSb5r7A-8Cv-Ny02ueZVSqJ-6pSl3_J93jbAfoFfTizoVc84jHlHk3YjumU76LmtsYpnZ9BpQag2Yaiw7mBbQUu7dEU8JRdH9xLgQq7w/w214-h285/HVC1.jpg" width="214" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVghEFNvodviTk5BdMnRgam_mzPUyCUHvnS4hTxI2obRW3E833p9yYQ6wORh-FhK9Qnd5gph2Pjz3ZZ7TBPeCPCUkrCruowmb0tfxagRuEl-DjiAnWlFlolEuYBRY3TFHhFzkDAAAR2Q/s2048/HVC5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVghEFNvodviTk5BdMnRgam_mzPUyCUHvnS4hTxI2obRW3E833p9yYQ6wORh-FhK9Qnd5gph2Pjz3ZZ7TBPeCPCUkrCruowmb0tfxagRuEl-DjiAnWlFlolEuYBRY3TFHhFzkDAAAR2Q/w214-h285/HVC5.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><p>I recalled the excitement of this cemetery, the way it was just suddenly there, tucked away in the bushland <span style="font-family: inherit;">with the</span> birds song being the only sound. What a wonderful resting place. I returned to this place again last week with some friends. After the devastation of the bushfires last Christmas, the feeling of this place was much more eerie.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj27yOMHCT15cDovdwyv7rVN9HvJri-YkMoqfB_p4m1YCibUhKv_pSxoujMTJ9n0be2dA2lzWPm2Ttm8TvHxsv3QXIkT-B2s7-70H-JJ-SdiwfIrXS8QQ9P3z0hWGSmKTpmXMHkFr1g/s480/HVC4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="360" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVj27yOMHCT15cDovdwyv7rVN9HvJri-YkMoqfB_p4m1YCibUhKv_pSxoujMTJ9n0be2dA2lzWPm2Ttm8TvHxsv3QXIkT-B2s7-70H-JJ-SdiwfIrXS8QQ9P3z0hWGSmKTpmXMHkFr1g/w208-h277/HVC4.jpg" width="208" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZz6BJDLXdlByMSvPoptfLoA-ZBuab-SD4u0Y-zq_JbyL2Lm4mjLJ5plsMkRxJ9k563iLb0Ibzbbh9i-V2WQIMXyJLm0ViUBWPxWdSjmyZvsqxObeiCBEXr91KPAQzc_HwPJAwpGZsgw/s2048/HVC6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZz6BJDLXdlByMSvPoptfLoA-ZBuab-SD4u0Y-zq_JbyL2Lm4mjLJ5plsMkRxJ9k563iLb0Ibzbbh9i-V2WQIMXyJLm0ViUBWPxWdSjmyZvsqxObeiCBEXr91KPAQzc_HwPJAwpGZsgw/w208-h277/HVC6.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>We got lost in the past for a few hours. Walking around, we wondered about the lives of some of these early settlers. One headstone caught our eye as it was a lot further away from the others</p><p style="text-align: center;">In Memory of TAMBO</p><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span>Who Died January 23rd</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">1898</p><p style="text-align: center;">Faithful Servant of </p><p style="text-align: center;">T H Neale </p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Upon returning home, w</span>e did a little research to find out if there was anymore to learn about this lonely grave. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YBLaxNqlDMlWqhRkGWqImapOnMjfS7SYmNCkzZvPPcnayvEG-nfMJCOu6ReqltINkZzA3DAXNTyEIpR_Vp4WXOB47Rx83Ut48D7BeEieKuIN05JFm6OMymQvqZ12khPUWUS4hqa5Kw/s2048/HVC2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4YBLaxNqlDMlWqhRkGWqImapOnMjfS7SYmNCkzZvPPcnayvEG-nfMJCOu6ReqltINkZzA3DAXNTyEIpR_Vp4WXOB47Rx83Ut48D7BeEieKuIN05JFm6OMymQvqZ12khPUWUS4hqa5Kw/w300-h400/HVC2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tambo was the Samoan servant of Thomas Henry Neale (b.1830) who was the last magistrate to sit in the Hartley Courthouse, from 1838 til its closure in 1887. Neale died just 11 months after Tambo. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thomas Neale <span style="font-size: 16px;">was a man of generous disposition, Trove tells us. A man with a kindly nature. '</span><span style="font-size: 16px;">As a magistrate, his tendency was </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">towards leniency rather than severity, and more </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">than once he paid the fine in cases of apparent </span><span style="font-size: 16px;">hardship.' </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tambo must have been very special to Neale, for him to bury him and erect the headstone in Hartley Vale Cemetery. Though Tambo's death doesn't appear to be recorded, it is nice to see that he is still remembered.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-11463036409465503162018-01-13T09:01:00.000+11:002018-01-14T19:03:26.748+11:00The Grand Canyon - Blackheath<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last week I visited the Grand Canyon Walk in Blackheath.<br />
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From Neates' Glen we headed downward and watched the vegetation change and the lushness of the rainforest thicken. Equipted with a guide to the plants of the Blue Mountains, we had fun identifying the many, many different flowers and shrubs on the decent into the canyon. Learning some interesting facts about plants I've probably walked passed a billion times in the bush.<br />
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Soon the walls of the chasm we were entering stretched up all around us. It was truly impressive. <br />
Once we arrived at the creek that flows through the canyon, we came upon 'The Rotunda', a lovely spot to stop for a little while. This big
overhang was an Aboriginal occupation shelter in the past and sitting inside you can
see what a great choice of a spot it was! I think sitting under here on a
rainy day would be so calming and relaxing.. a beautiful space. I can
definitely see myself coming back here to sit for a while in the future!<br />
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It should not have come as a surprise when the track notes description
of the grade was 'lots of steps'.. but boy there were a lot of steps!
This is the walk that had my calves burning for days in the first week
of the new year.. but I am looking forward to doing it again with a
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This walk was magic. Such beauty in a few short hours.. If you are never going to get an opportunity to go canyoning in the Blue Mountains, this walk gets you deep down into a canyon (350 metres down to be precise) to experience it without all the abseiling, wet suit wearing and pool jumping. The guidebook we used said it would take about 3.5 hours but we managed it in 2.5 with lots of stopping, snacking, huffing and puffing..<br />
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The Blue Mountains has always been home, despite leaving it for 15 years to see if something better was out there. Turns out there wasn't. I was born at the bottom of the mountains and now my little family has settled here. Nesting right at the very top.<br />
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Recently a friend came to visit and he has lit a fire in me to explore again. I met him when I began to truly wander the world and his enthusiasm for life was infectious. 8 years on and I have caught the bug from him again. He has left a real desire in me to explore, but this time, my own environment.<br />
There are so many beautiful places to see and and places to discover. In the first 7 days of 2018 I think I have discovered more of my local area than I had in all of 2017! My calf muscles are hurting from walking but I can feel my heart starting to fill with the joy of adventuring I let fall to the wayside.<br />
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As you can no doubt tell, I am an occasional blogger. But I am also a reluctant exerciser. As I have recently said goodbye to my 30s, I feel I need to make a more concerted effort to leading a healthier lifestyle as youth is certainly not on my side anymore! So in order to get myself back into feeling healthier, I thought I'd blog about some of the local walks and highlight some of the beauty of where I live.<br />
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Watching the last of the Autumn leaves falling at Mt Wilson in the Blue Mountains. A camping spot where trees were climbed, possums searched for and stars wished upon. </div>
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Splashing on a Summer's Day. Skipping stones and chasing skinks.<br />
Being watched through the trees by wallabies . Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-24287521676061738702016-02-02T12:27:00.002+11:002016-02-02T12:27:57.443+11:00Raiders of the Last EraSo I have made a decision and am going to keep my retro things seperate from my hand made.. especially as i may not be doing the retro thing forever! So with that.. I introduce you to my retro and vintage label: <br />
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I am however going to showcase here on this blog, certain things that will appear in 'Raiders'. As well as take a trip down memory lane and have a closer look at some of the things that made childhood so special. There is now an Etsy store as well as an instagram to follow!<br />
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you can find us on Etsy..... <a href="https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/RaidersoftheLastEra" target="_blank">here</a><br />
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Waiting by the front door at the end of the week.<br />
Eagerly awaiting Daddy's car pulling into the driveway. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-6271836955196995852016-01-29T08:32:00.000+11:002016-01-29T08:49:51.515+11:00Feeling like a kid againI have a conundrum. And I'd like your advice.<br />
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It is coming up to Harry's Suitcase's first anniversary in a few months and I am thrilled at how far this little idea of breathing new life into things from my childhood has come. The comments and happiness that people have shared with me when remembering moments from their own childhood has been a special thing, and to share it with our new little generation and excite them with what we had, has been such a joy.<br />
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I loved everything about my childhood. Was very into the popular culture of the time.. Smurfs, Transformers, Garfield, My Little Pony, the Muppet Show, Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles, Fraggle Rock, Gummi Bears, Masters of the Universe (And of course Sheera!) Cabbage Patch Kids, Viewmasters, All things Disney and Warner Bros... I could go on & on.. and most likely will in a little more detail in the future..<br />
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As I grew up my interests didn't wavier too much and when at the age of 13 I scored a part time job in the local video store, my love of film, movie memorabilia (and for the male actors of the time!) blossomed. I kept that job for 8 years, leaving it to take a job dressing up as Bugs Bunny at Warner Bros, but that's another post!<br />
Throughout this childhood I <strike>hoarded </strike>collected. I loved to collect! I still do, but not as much as I used to (I have a husband who likes to get rid of stuff!).<br />
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My parents are in the middle of downsizing their home and have uncovered quite a lot of boxes containing my childhood favourites and the memories that are being evoked are so wonderful! The exact feelings are returning that I felt when I was 8.. and I love it!<br />
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So my questions to you, dear friends..<br />
Is Harry's Suitcase big enough to hold retro toys to sell as well as my upcycled childrens book products? Do I create a side business? Sell it all on Ebay, or just in facebook and instagram posts? Add it to my Etsy store? Am I broadening my brand too much or is the general feeling of 'returning to childhood' enough of a common theme and by 'opening the suitcase' you can go back there and have all the 'feels' that go with the memories.<br />
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I'd love your thoughts. <br />
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First Day of Preschool! Such an excited 'big boy'.<br />
'You'll open the gate for me Mummy, and then you'll go, ok?'<br />
I cried on the walk home, and proceeded to do nothing but think of him all day. Sigh.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-20996051699477174582016-01-16T10:26:00.000+11:002016-01-29T10:51:09.493+11:003/52<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On a bushwalk, by a waterfall, chatting with Daddy over a couple of 'Pa Bikkies'<br />
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With one of his favourite people - Pa<br />
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Hot, hot, hot New Year's Day! At the farm saying 'hello 2016 - I think we are going to have fun'!! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-67776578931961491102015-10-15T16:22:00.002+11:002015-10-15T16:22:51.269+11:00I think of you often x<br />
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This little bunny sits on a shelf in the most vibrant room in our home. The room we spend the most time as a family. He was the first toy I spied in the window of the little family run toy store not far from my home in Melbourne when I first fell pregnant and he was what I imagined the whole nursery to be created around.. A room full of woodland creatures was to be the theme for whoever this little boy or girl was going to be.<br />
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I lost that little person a few weeks later.<br />
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I didn't allow it to effect me at the time. The statistics that I learnt at the hospital when they confirmed that I was miscarrying told me how common it was and that made me feel surprised and sad that it wasn't something people talked about. It made me determined to hold my head up high and feel comfortable to share that I was among an extremely large group of women to have gone through such disappointment.<br />
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My grieving didn't manifest until later. I experienced a handful of panic attacks when we got a puppy a little while later and found it very hard to leave her alone. I also think that my anxieties and tendency to worry ramped up at that point in my life.<br />
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As I acknowledged what I was finally going through, months later, I went back to that little toy store and bought the little bunny. It has helped having something tangible to hold whenever a pang of grief comes.<br />
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I am grateful for having this experience, without it I wouldn't have my Harry. And I couldn't imagine life without him.<br />
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I opened my <a href="https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/HarrysSuitcase?ref=l2-shopheader-name" target="_blank">Etsy store</a> a little while ago. I took some poorly composed pictures and listed my chalkboards, clocks and bunting. It was not an easy process for me and I spent a couple of days trying to get my head around it all and basically got quite stressed!<br />
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So I joined up to be a part of the 'Etsy Creative Challenge' on facebook which was going to be starting up offering a lesson a week, emailed to you to help with making your store a success and hopefully make sense! In my inbox on Monday morning was my first lesson. It talked about your inner critic and encouraging you to be proud of what you have in your store. 'Be Bigging" yourself, not belittling. There was homework attached to the lesson. 'Be big' yourself on the facebook page to all the other challenge goers! Pick a listing and be proud!<br />
After reading the lesson and watching other people' s homework appear on my timeline, I almost didn't participate. Everyone looked so professional and truly artistic. I felt a bit like I didn't belong, that what I did was not in the same league at all!<br />
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Before I allowed myself to completely chicken out, I posted a link to my chalkboards.. Seeing my little Harry's happy face pop up, I felt proud :)<br />
Before I knew it i was getting post likes and some truly wonderful and encouraging comments. By the end of the day I had made my first Etsy sale and sold 2 large chalkboards. The excitement I felt surprised me. How overwhelming the day was!<br />
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Later in the week, I was also plugged on an instagram site and asked to be featured on some body's blog! And went on to sell 4 more chalkboards! CRAZY!<br />
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I spent yesterday with my parents and Harry, having a lovely relaxed day and a bit of a celebratory lunch in one of our favourite teahouses.<br />
It was a wonderful day with a little geocaching in local cemeteries and discovering historically significant convict graves, bush walking and bird spotting, discovering a MASSIVE op shop not far from home (squeal!) and indulging in a Chinese restaurant for dinner once Harry's Daddy knocked off work.<br />
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Harry's PaPa and I spotted a wonderful bird to add to the list while on a little bushwalk. He was a Powerful Owl. So big and silent! Sitting with his lunch in his claws. Not sure what it was that he had caught, but he certainly wasnt going to starve!<br />
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A great day :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-38523108711533035202015-09-07T08:17:00.000+10:002015-09-08T08:18:07.845+10:00Market Day - SeptemberBeen a little tardy with my blog last week. Sorry about that my 3 faithful readers!! I was flat out getting all my new products ready for yesterday's market. Not to mention that this weekend was also Father's Day and Harry's Daddy's birthday! So, a busy, busy week leading up to a busy, busy weekend.<br />
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The turn in the weather, however, was fortunate for my positioning at the Blackheath Community Markets. Due to some cancellations I nabbed a spot indoors! I went into this market not expecting much. Being as it was on Father's Day, and my product is not really for that audience, I was going to be happy to simply cover the cost of my stall. I was pleasantly surprised to find at the end of the day that I had made a little more than that :) My new bookmarks being the biggest seller of the day!<br />
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Because it was a quieter day, I managed to have a little browse of the other stalls and chat with the other vendors. I got some lovely comments on my products and a couple of customers from last month came to tell me how well my chalkboards had been received as gifts :) It's these sorts of lovely things that makes me excited to be giving this whole venture a go and I am already looking forward to next month :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-42410535190978891892015-08-31T07:25:00.000+10:002015-08-31T07:25:01.925+10:00Fun at the FarmGot back yesterday from a lovely visit to Harry's Grandparent's farm. The weather was beautiful and the wattle smelt amazing. Spring is definitely in the air and it was exciting! I had a lovely time wandering around the farm, just me and my camera, while the boys were off feeding horses and helping Pa with the daily tasks of being on the farm.<br />
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Harry got to go out collecting firewood with the new toy chainsaw his Daddy brought home as a surprise recently. He pitched in, cutting and sawing, then collecting chopped up bits to go in the trailer. He looked so sweet with his little ear muffles on. He felt very special and just a little bit important I think!<br />
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It was also a weekend of wildlife. A new bird for the life list, The Double-barred Finch, a gorgeous little owl-faced bird. A Bearded Dragon that was accidentally woken from his hibernation inside one of the logs. Gave us all a bit of a fright when he popped out! Also a long necked turtle wandering across the road on our way home to the farm.. Harry was loving it!!<br />
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The evening was exciting too, with the largest moon I think I have ever seen rising up over the hill behind the farm. So beautiful! And soooo big!! Overall it was a wonderful weekend away and definitely recharged my batteries for the week ahead.. getting ready for market day on this Sunday!!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-11501929674643065592015-08-28T06:45:00.000+10:002016-01-29T09:13:40.344+11:00Flashback Friday - Babyland General, GeorgiaOne of the more obscure places we have visited was the home of the Cabbage Patch Kid in Georgia. T'was a little surreal and just a wee bit strange! Just the sort of place I was hoping to see on my visit through America!!<br />
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If you grew up in the 80’s you may well be aware of how wonderful it
was to get your first Cabbage Patch Kid. I remember looking at the wall
of dolls in the toy store in the Venture Arcade in Penrith and the
excitement I felt when I picked out my own kid, Renita Loveday Low!<br />
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So going to Babyland General in Cleveland Georgia was kinda like
re-visiting that little girl I was when I picked out my ‘baby’. This was
the site of the original cabbage patch that Xavier Roberts discovered!
But as a 30-something girl, it also came across as really bizarre that
this place existed. I had to stifle laughter.. a lot!<br />
We entered the reception area and there was an older lady dressed as a
nurse, stethoscope around her neck and all, who welcomed us to Babyland
General and asked us to sign the hospital registry. She seemed quite
nice and explained to us how to enter the ‘nursery’. I thanked her and
asked if it was ok to take photos.. ‘of course, the babies would love
that!”..<br />
o…kay.. *stifle giggles*<br />
The place was quite overwhelming with the amount of crying babies..
speakers in the walls with baby wails going off! and loud mechanical
sounds as cabbages moved to reveal newborn babies! Hilarious!<br />
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It was basically a big shop with a twist! The original kids were there behind glass.. and worth a fortune!<br />
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I did not leave empty handed and all the girls in the Durrant household will be very happy to see me when I return at Christmas <img alt=";)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://kelly.toytown.org/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" /><br />
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Harry and I spent the best part of the morning in the garden getting some painting done. We were out of his custom wrapping paper, so an arty day was overdue.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-11198344062088784572015-08-20T07:59:00.001+10:002015-08-20T08:50:30.649+10:00Echoes of the PastThis week we spent the day searching for a message from the past. Hundreds of years ago the Wiradjuri tribe had left their mark on the walls of an impressive area not too far from our home.<br />
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A magnificent and secluded area that took some sleuthing to find. No signs to direct us, just the instincts of Harry's PaPa who had visited this place once before. What we found was an ancient gathering place of the local aboriginal tribe. The walls rose up impressively before us and as we walked in we could feel the vibrations of the past and the importance of where we were.<br />
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Extraordinary rock formations, beautiful bird calls and wattle blooming. We scanned the walls for the evidence of the Wiradjuri people. When our eyes adjusted, there they were. Hand prints.. a reminder of how our planet should be treated, with respect and care.<br />
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So delicate and fragile, and so close to an area almost destroyed by 4WD vehicles and not far from where the local mine is having a devastating effect on the environment. I hope this place is only discovered by others who can respect the wonder and importance of history and nature. My wish is that these echoes of the past are still existing for Harry to bring his grandchildren to see.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4814044078117397889.post-83688889885454595812015-08-17T16:40:00.000+10:002015-08-17T17:17:15.396+10:00A Simple Act of KindnessThe other day we headed off to the train station to meet Harry's daddy after work.<br>
As seems to be our little tradition Harry picked one of the little purple wildflowers that grow in abundance as we near the station. Every time we catch a train, he asks to pick one and every time I tell him to give it to the first pretty lady he sees. We have probably had this same little conversation dozens of times when he sees the flowers. This is usually where it ends. The flower either gets left on the train if it is even still in his hand when we board.<br>
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On this particular day we arrived at the station and I had forgotten about the little purple flower until Harry spotted an elderly couple waiting for the train on the seat next to us.<br>
'Mummy? Lady?' he said holding up his flower and then motioning to the elderly woman. I nodded and watched him timidly walk up and stand about a metre away from the couple. 'Say excuse me, Harry' I encouraged, which he did.<br>
The couple looked confused and I explained that he wanted to give her a flower. Harry held out his hand and passed over the little flower. As soon as it had reached it's intended recipient, he came running back to hide his face as he hugged my legs.<br>
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Both the man and woman seemed so very touched and the gentleman told Harry that he had made her day!<br>
I was so very proud of my little boy at this simple kindness that warmed my heart.<br>
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Originally posted on August 20 2010 over <a href="http://kelly.toytown.org/?p=1077" target="_blank">here</a> <br />
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Thank You, Thank You Very Much! <br />
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Wow! What a place and what a man! I have been reminded about why I
was fond of Elvis in my teens and The Boy has a new-found respect for
the King! So much Elvis but not as tacky as I was expecting!<br />
I honestly thought Graceland was going to be a garishly, tacky and
vulgar amusement. But my goodness! I would be so proud to have that
place as my home. The decorating in the house was not short of awesome!
We were both blown away! It was just so cool and surprisingly
understated. The rooms were not very large, but then again at the time
Elvis bought it, they may have been! It seemed he put all his money into
cars! He had so many (very cool) cars it was a little over the top (Ah!
There you are Elvis!)<br />
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We spent over 4 hours immersed in all things Elvis, wandering around
Graceland and its grounds as well as some exhibition halls on the other
side of the street, adjacent to our accommodation, The Heartbreak Hotel!<br />
The Heartbreak Hotel turned on the tack as if to compensate for
Graceland’s lack of! Elvis pictures everywhere, the Kid Gallahad
Fitness Room, 24hr Elvis channels (3 of them!) and a giant screen
playing concerts down in the bar, The Jungle Room! Did I mention it was
on Lonely Street? hehe<br />
Here’s my boy letting out his inner Elvis in our room..<br />
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There was a 12 day old sheep at playgroup this morning.... that is all.<br />
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I am the type to work in a state of chaos. I tend to spend the first 20 minutes either cleaning up or hunting for what I am looking for. Organisation has never been my strongest trait and I actually feel comfortable in cluttered spaces. I am far from minimalist!<br />
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Luckily I have a loving husband who understands this (sort of) and has allowed me my own room in our home to do with what I will, in exchange for turning a blind eye to the fact that we have climbing ropes hanging from doors and other rock climbing paraphernalia scattered about the house.. but I'm getting sidetracked..<br />
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The reason for this post is that love to see other people's creative spaces and thought I might share with you mine. <br />
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We don't do as much travelling these days, so I thought I might have a
little flashback every now and then to past places I have visited.. some
I will be drawing from an old <a href="http://kelly.toytown.org/" target="_blank">blog </a>of mine like this post. <br />
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original post date : August 24, 2010 <br />
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<b>What goes down must come up!</b><br />
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Day 1.<br />
I am writing this blog entry from the very bottom of the Grand
Canyon, but will be posting it when I reach civilization again! If that
does not impress you, it should, because it sure impresses me! But wait
til tomorrow, the 15.3km hike <span style="text-decoration: underline;">out</span> of<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span>here
is going to simply astound me! the 11.3km hike in today was tough
enough! Going down hill for that long, sure puts a strain on the ol’
legs! Took about 4 hours!<br />
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We have set up our tent and now are relaxing after a refreshing soak
in the creek. (It’s about 35 degrees) The temperature got warmer the
lower into the canyon we got. It was interesting to watch the vegetation
change on our descent. The leaves became broader to soak up more sun.<br />
Sitting here taking it all in, there is an abundance of wildlife.
Butterflies all around! One just landed on my finger.. a snow white
moment! Love it! And the cheekiest of desert rock squirrels is stalking
our camp – he’s already had a chew of my back pack while my attention
was turned the other way! I’ll be glad if we don’t see all of the
wildlife though, there is something called the Giant Hairy Scorpion that
lives around here. Sounds awful!<br />
Down her in the inner canyon there is an excavated Hopi Indian Kiva
and we are off to a ranger talk in an hour about the first inhabitants
of this very secluded area.<br />
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Day 2.<br />
It was difficult to sleep due to the heat and the thought of the
following days hike out! But we headed to bed early with the fly off our
tent so we could watch the stars and the dozens of little bats flying
around the night sky.<br />
We awoke in the middle of the night to a mule deer nibbling at the
bush next to our heads. The closest I’ve been to one! It was too exciting and I had trouble getting back to sleep.<br />
The alarm went off at some ridiculous hour and we were packed and
heading out just as light started to seep into the the outer canyon. We
wanted to get some miles under us before the sun really woke up.<br />
Our legs had stiffened over night from the hike in and the first part
of our walk out had me very nervous indeed! But sure enough as the walk
became a climb, new muscles were introduced to the Grand Canyon!<br />
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The first half wasn’t too bad and we made the half way point by
8.30am. I was pretty chuffed. We rested a little and felt a bit rejuvenated. This feeling didn’t last long! The sun was getting hotter,
the legs sorer and the terrain steeper! Suncream and sweat was dripping
off me and I just felt awful.<br />
The closer to the top, the worse it got! (& the worse we looked)
And annoyingly the more people we encountered heading down looking all
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Unlike the hike in, I forgot about the scenery (except at rest
points) the camera battery died on us on the way out but i was unlikely
to use it as we just looked so dreadful! (Kind of a blessing in
disguise!)<br />
When we finally reached the top, 7 1/2 hours after we left, the
feeling was awesome! I am very proud of myself although I can hardly
walk and my shoulders ache like crazy (did I mention I was the water
bearer??) Without a doubt, the hardest hike I have ever been done and so
so satisfying!<br />
Though the canyon is Grand from the rim, I would never have realised
how deep and intricate it really is and how much it plays with
perspective if we hadn’t ventured to the inner canyon!<br />
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I gave Harry his first taste of it this morning and it has been greeted with much enthusiasm.. He's been reading to Woofy and keeping a 'lookout' through the see through butterfly material in the back!<br />
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The day outside is very bleak but we may brave the weather for a little walk and some fresh air a little later. However, while the temperature outside is at 1.8 degrees, I think we might stay inside this cosy cubby and read some more!!<br />
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