five years on this blog
the best part of the journey
are the friends I’ve met
Father’s Side of the Family.
My Dad’s older sister sent me these a while back and they’re too good not to share. They’re pix from the family album featuring my Dad at the gorgeous Mangawhai (Mung-a-fie as in pie) Heads where my grandparents co-owned a bach with Grandma’s sister and their family.
How’s the first one, do you get the impression that the kid in the background is a little jealous of my father’s good catch?
This is the first outing for the family boat. I need to find out its history because, of what I know of my Grandfather I’d be very surprised if he didn’t make this. My Dad too is handy with wood-working tools, as is my brother, and Dad has made canoes and dinghys in his time. If I’m not mistaken that’s my Grandma sitting up front. Can’t tell if it’s Dad in the back… if so it’s a picture taken much later than the one above.
Here he is again loving the surf. Age? Maybe 10? If that’s the case then the year is 1955.
I have my own early memories of holidays at Mangawhai, we went to the bach a couple of times as kids but Grandad sold up while we were very young. Extended family members still go up there from time to time, usually staying in caravans.
My weren’t those the days, before sun-block and hats and covering up!!
Ed. You may have deduced from the prolific entry posting today our author had a whole bunch of much more important stuff she should have been doing…
Oh, and in Other News
Happy Blogiversary to me. Today Singular Scene turns 5.
I shall blog more on the significance of turning 5 once you’ve got over the Worthless Drivel that is the previous entry re. the Kettle.
Girls’ Night
Our Blootiful Pincess turned 3 in May, and so she, her mother, and I went out for a special treat this evening.
It was her mother’s idea, an excursion while her bigger brothers and their Dad went to the movies, and we went to that chocolate lover’s decadent paradise… Max Brenner’s. This was a production effort on the little lady’s part… and it started with a pretty dress, tights and patent black shoes. Hair up in pigtails and a little bit of make up (did I mention she’s 3?? – lipgloss is makeup in her book).
Mummy was under strict instruction to dress in a ‘girt’ as well. So the pair of them arrived at my place for dinner before hand looking very fetching leaving me in my jeans feeling far from festive enough (remedied before we left the house). I wish I could remember every funny thing she says, because, as you’ll imagine from the photo, this kid is chock full of personality and she is never short of a word!!
Once dinner was eaten and tidied away I was escorted to my room in search of my ‘girt’ (thank goodness I own one… I rarely wear it) and suitably attired we drove down to Manly to get chocolately…
On the way there the little miss entertained us with made songs… which started with “up, up, up, down, down, down” in response to the terrain we were driving and finished with a poo song of some sort which was hilarious. You can tell she has older brothers…
We got to Max’s and ordered, a Mexican hot chocolate to drink, for me and a Belgian waffle smothered in melty milk chcolate and she and her Mum feasted on a fondue for two with all sorts of goodies which was accompanied by a mint hot chocolate… All of the tasty offerings were a hit for one and all and Miss 3 was a hit with the wait staff and fellow diners, she’s so cute you can’t help but be amused. Check out the pix below the fold, you’ll see what I mean!