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Root Of The Matter

Published on April 4, 2019April 5, 2019 by Selina Stambi15 Comments

For years it sat in a backyard flower bed.

IMG_20150724_155944136_HDR — **The dead remains of an ill-fated evergreen in the brown planter. Everything struggled and died.**

Nothing thrived. The toughest annuals barely survived in the glazed clay pot. Shade might be the problem, so I tried to heave the hefty thing to a sunny location.

It wouldn’t budge. Stuck a shovel inside to empty out and lessen the load. Struck something hard.

Attempted to tip the thing over. It moved a bit, not much. It was firmly anchored down.

On my knees in the grass, I discovered the culprit. A stray rootlet from the apple tree, creeping in through the drainage hole had grown upwards. The lower three quarters of the container was blocked by a solid serpentine coil of unyielding root.

**A root from the apple tree (left) growing upwards into the pot, created a gaping hole in the process.**

Who could have guessed?

I hacked the ropey mass away – not an easy task – chopped and eased it out. Most of the soil was gone.

No wonder …

It blazed with joy in its bright new location and burned with bloom all the way through July until October’s first frost. Brand new beginning. Plenty of sunlight. NO sinister strangling roots.

Food for thought …

**Sunny new location. An old CD rack repurposed as a trellis support for a vine.**

***No hidden roots to contend with. These gorgeous pink trumpet-shaped blossoms created a spectacular bright-spot at the foot of the deck steps.***

Isn’t life like that? Think of how relationships fail and situations deteriorate because of covert root issues lurking beneath the surface that never get acknowledged, dug out and disposed of.

Abandoned things are like hurting people. It’s worth investing time in them. A little care, nurture and a dab of creativity might go a long way towards bringing about a transformation of loveliness.

japanfaces — **Abandoned things are like hurting people going through life wearing masks, when all the while there’s possible loveliness waiting to be excavated, if one only knew how**

It would require a certain eye and angle of perception, of course, to realize the hidden value and immense potential in discarded things (and difficult people).

The site of unwanted cast-offs gets my imagination all fired up —

cartofjunk — **Thrift store finds. Note the upside down chair at the top of the pile …**

woodenchairwhitepaint — **Here it is. A lick of leftover paint …**

decoupagewoodenchair — **… glue and a pack of rose-print paper napkins. Several coats of lacquer and behold!**

What wonderful things get tossed out and lie listlessly on the kerb, yearning for a second chance.

Clueless, careless people pressed for time, seek the trash can as a quick, convenient way out.

First world solutions …

The owner of a local antique store told me she pays someone to scour the streets of certain neighbourhoods on garbage day.

“You won’t believe the valuable things we’ve found and sold at a price,” she said.

I believe her.

I’ve made some magnificent finds myself.

Like these –

20181009_091200~2 — Something similar to this darling drop-leaf tea cart from the 1920’s-40’s (straight from a Downton Abbey-type setting) had a price tag of $350 plus taxes at a local thrift shop. It would go for double the price at an antique store. In excellent condition, I rescued this one from the kerb just minutes before the garbage truck roared by. All it needed was a good scrub to get rid of dust and cobwebs.

20190328_12395412 — **This adorable tilting mirror (I can just picture it in a scene from Jane Eyre) was lying face down in the grass as I jogged by just after dawn one morning.** **I paid a few dollars to have the murky mirror replaced, had it sanded and stained, and what a conversation piece! The price tag on a similar one at an antique store was astounding!**

20180816_181559~2 — This little bit of old-world loveliness sat forlornly outside a front gate after the owner failed to sell it at a garage sale. He was delighted to give it to me for nothing. It’s a whimsical reminder of a summer visit to my sister in the US. (Yes, it was driven back over the border to Canada!) A bit of popsicle stick to repair the chip at the edge and …

20180816_183259~2 — **… more paint, glue and rose-print napkins and …**

20170518_160838 — **I just managed to grunt my way through the process of lifting this heavy carved triple mirror into my trusty hatchback.**

… here’s where it ends up, with a pair of Daughter’s boots, an ancient two-legged chair (right) which serves as a pot-stand for a brilliant coleus. (The bridge is an online purchase, a fabulous Mother’s Day gift from the kids and their dad). Not entirely visible (left) a birdhouse perched on a tall floor-lamp base. #Repurposedlife !

My friend, Gail’s eye fell on this ugly blanket box as we drove by. She suggested I pick it up –

20181105_094601~2 — **Looking quite hideous. Peeling wood with splinters, a cracked lid and stains from water damage …**

20181109_171322~2 — **Sand it down, a coat of white paint ..**

20181112_200256~2 — **… shredded tissue paper and some glitter glue …**

20181114_213543~2 — **… and behold! A bench to sit and dream (and a chest to store twenty years’ worth of a hand-written journals).**

I love browsing in thrift stores –

20180425_162004 — **Treasures. My favourite thrift shop. Cash only, no tax and all the proceeds go towards mental health awareness.**

SalvationARmystore — A great place to hunt out vintage books. The Salvation Army Thrift Store is not-for-profit, so no taxes on top of the price tag. Children’s books are just a dollar. I picked up a 1915 hardcover edition of Little Women (Luisa M. Alcott) with dust jacket in mint condition, for a buck. (E-bay tells me it’s worth way, way more.)

VVstore — Prices at value village have sky-rocketed lately and there is tax on top. Books average $7.00 for hardcover, exactly double what others charge. Someone is making a hefty profit out of donated junk.

You never know when smiling serendipity will direct you to the find of a lifetime.

Perhaps a gold-embossed book published in 1915 that you hold breathlessly in your hands to gaze at the faded name scrawled in elegant fountain-pen handwriting across the fragile fly leaf.

20190114_161005~2 — **Classics from a hundred years ago**

You might even find a bonus in the shape of a Christmas or birthday card tucked inside, with formal, handwritten greetings from almost a century ago.

Sentimental birthday greetings and Christmas wishes from the early 1900’s …

Or a rare first edition of a book by Dickens that you didn’t even know existed.

20190222_185003~2 — **The Life Of Our Lord, written by Charles Dickens for his children.**

20190222_184952_HDR~3 — **Contrary to his wishes, it was published posthumously in 1934**

The creative possibilities are endless.

Check out the evolution of this found item from vintage breadbox to desktop knickknack holder –

Or the resurrection of a sorrowing three-legged chair –

Or an ancient soccer ball reborn as glowing garden gazing ball preening on a cast-off plastic lampshade –

There’s no better place than a garage sale to locate sad things dreaming of a fresh purpose and renewed destiny.

Last summer I drove by a lawn sale and screeched to a halt when out of the corner of my eye, I saw this worn wooden ladder from the 40s/ 50’s.

The perfect stage for seasonal decorations –

**Old ladder. Perfect garden display stand for vintage kitchen implements, including meat grinder, sandwich toaster and Mum’s old tea kettle and teapot.**

20181031_131628 — **Porch platform for autumnal Thanksgiving decorations.**

20181206_174546~2 — **Winter world . Ladder aglow with Christmas lights and silver stuff.**

20190312_085715_HDR~2 — **Ladder hosting assorted antiques ‘n’ things for in-between times (including an ekel broom from Sri Lanka).**

I came across an identical ladder in an antique-store window. The price tag was exactly ten times what I forked out for my weathered treasure!

A garden is the perfect platform to showcase dreams of discarded things.

– Blooming barbecue planters …

– Chair plant stands –

– Coloured bottles –

– Old windows

– An unloved bicycle, a sad old door –

IMG_20150824_113244004 — **This decorated door took three of us to haul it out when I was done with it.**

20180711_085334~2 — **Old bike festooned with flower baskets. Squirrel finds a moment’s rest on the handlebars.**

– Abandoned light fittings –

The pipes from an old tap for stems, glass lampshades from an ugly old chandelier and solar lights make for stunning garden decor that lights up the night …

The chandelier itself becomes a bird feeder with coconut shells for bowls …

**Chandelier birdfeeder with cocunut shell bird seed bowls.**

***Blooming three-tier shoe-rack planter stand***

DSC06183 copy — **Solar bulbs clipped to the skeleton of an outmoded chandelier create a dreamy glow under the cherry tree at night.**

**A single solar light inside a wee crystal chandelier lights up the corner under the apple tree**

– A garden bedroom –

**A garden bed (literally). A mesh for a perennial jasmine to crawl all over and create a blooming summer bedspread. Old cupboard door for bedroom window.**

**Optical illusion … a frame placed in a flower bed creates the appearance of a reflecting mirror.**

You can never have too many mirrors in a garden …

Reflected dreams …

When the sun sets and the stars come out –

How they glow …

From hideous, useless to one-of-a-kind wonderful, these once-unwanted things shine in a quiet space of gentle dreams, enhancing this place of rest and relaxation.

20180805_080717~2 — ***A place of discovery …***

20190325_090340_HDR~2 — **These newest acquisitions have been out all winter, weathering nicely to acquire the perfect patina of age, all ready for spring planting.**

20190327_114232_hdr2 — The plumber didn’t think I was nuts when I wouldn’t let him throw out this old laundry tub. (He knows me well.) It’s going to be re-purposed as a pond this summer, with fountain water flowing out of the taps.

**The old downstairs powder room wash basin got re-purposed as a shallow pond some years ago**

I have to draw the line at old toilets, however.

20170516_151058 — **Spring and fall renovations see dozens of these on neighbourhood sidewalks. As we drive by I’m told, “Don’t you dare, Mom!” (I have my standards, of course – I wouldn’t dream of it!)**

garden toilet — ***Upcycled toilet adorning a garden. Doesn’t feel too sanitary … (courtesy Pinterest)***

20190331_083416_HDR_2 — ***Spent hours last week, picking up a winter’s worth of lap-dog droppings. All ready for spring and then … woke up on Sunday morning to a marshmallow world. #thisismycanada!***

Longing for spring, in spite of this past weekend’s dump of snow.

Dreaming of those long summer days. Of pounding the pavements in running shoes at dawn and sitting out on the deck, reading till the stars come out at night …

Always mindful that there is a fresh purpose for everything. The ugly-useless and despairing-broken — people and things.

Keeping a sharp eye out …

Until next time,

20181108_112602~4 — **Re-purposed picture frames make a fine a bathroom collage**

Just Junk (Or Maybe Not)

Published on April 26, 2018August 3, 2018 by Selina Stambi5 Comments

Fascinated by the art of decoupage as portrayed on Pinterest, I began to look for forlorn bits of this and that at garage sales and thrift stores. Ideas for their transformation simmered and stewed until the magic moment arrived some weeks ago.

20180408_140810 — ***When you wake up know it’s time to tackle the task …***

The relentless force of it carried me through a fortnight of sanding, painting, gluing, lacquering.

20170713_205327 — **When you start and simply have to keep going …**

Exhibit One –

A handcrafted stool lurking on a pile of junk in a country thrift store. One word: hideous. The darling drawer with the dangly handle was my undoing.

20180402_065028 — **Exhibit One – after sanding. Lovingly handcrafted and painted by someone who knew what they were doing. Water damage and peeling paint …**

20180402_125442 — **Mixed two shades of Dollarama paint to obtain the colour I needed.**

A coat of Dollarama paint, two favourite hymns on the top and all around …

Et voila ! A quirky stool to tuck into a corner. For occasional extra seating …

20180402_134443 — **The music sheets of old hymns on top and all the way around**

20180402_134451 — ***Aerial view of stool. I ‘aged’ the sheet of music using a soaked tea bag.***

Exhibits 2 & 3 – Plain brown wood straight-backed chair and child’s rocking chair –

Forgot to take pre-painted ‘before’ pictures …

There’s a story to tell …

I’d hunted fruitlessly for wrapping paper or paper napkins with an old fashioned sort of rose design.

Months go by …

***Searched for wrapping paper or paper napkins with a design like this one. (Image downloaded from Pinterest)***

A week before Easter my friend, Gail presented me with a bouquet of lilies. The bridal blooms were done up in a layer of tissue paper printed all over with … red roses. The exact kind I was looking for. The attached card was from the florist at the mall up the street.

Woo hoo! Can’t wait to get going. Transformation time. Decoupage, here I come …

Pleasing finale. Tissue paper roses on garage sale salvage …

Wait …

That old flip-top table could do with a matching makeover.

Rose-covered table to set off the seats. Lovely …

Gail’s tissue paper yielded just enough for the two chairs – nothing left over.

Alas …

Flash of inspiration. The mall florist might have a sheet or two to spare.

Right?

So I went.

Me: I received a bouquet of flowers from your store some days back. It was wrapped in an unusual tissue paper with a beautiful rose print on it …

Pretty straight forward, huh?

Florist guy: Yeah. I know the one you mean. You know what’s weird, though?

Okay, what?

…. We never ordered that kind. We never have. Don’t know why they came here.

Opens drawer and fishes around …

…They’re all gone. Guess the girls used them up. And we won’t …

Me: … be getting anymore.

Florist Guy: Weird, huh? As I said, we never ordered it. We only use the plain kind.

Weird all right …

IMG_20180411_215522 — ***So what’s going on? (Which door? Dreams or reality? Thanks, Nicole, for this pic. Luvit!)***

20180404_211656_HDR — **Love how life works … noticed this licence plate at the traffic lights on the disappointed drive back home!**

Roses on two chairs AND a table would have been overkill anyway.

So I covered the table top with white lace, edged with baby ribbon.

20180408_221048 — **Forgot (again!) to take a pre-painted pic. The ghost of a once elegant table, with chipped paintwork in a floral crackle-effect off-white and blue design**

**A chandelier rainbow settled on the tabletop as I worked . It turned out rather nice.**

Love the finished effect …

I paused to ponder on the Tale of the Florist and the Tissue Paper

A light went on –

There’s a dream waiting to come alive in every rejected thing and there’s a dream-bringer who makes it happen. At the top of the chain is the Dreamgiver who creates the dream, orchestrates and manipulates events to make it all come true …

This poor monstrosity has lived in the basement since forever –

20180419_092411 — **Haven’t been able to bring myself to toss it out …**

Just had another idea for a fabulous furniture facelift.

Watch out for the next Cinderella table-metamorphosis story coming to this blog!

I love breathing new life into dull, dead things. Adore the thought of being prompted by a dream-giver.

20171209_152010 — **Found this book in a clearance bin at a bookstore. Couldn’t put it down. (The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson – author of The Prayer of Jabez)**

So there’s really no such thing as junk …

Thankful for beauty-basking-beneath-ugly-if-you-only-choose-to-look.

Thankful for dreams.

20180306_072203 — ***A passerby as I took a walk one morning …***

There’s always another dream. And then the next one. And the next.

20180425_080021 — **Roses … tiny dreams-come-true. Teddy bears’ teaparty time for two little tykes! (Thank you my friend, Liesl, for the vintage ‘roses’ table lamp – a perfect match!)**

Can’t stop dreaming, no matter what!

Until next time,

P.s. ‘Crafty’ weekend guests offer invaluable input. Thank you Roshini!

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Uncle’s Rollicking Rumba!

Published on April 4, 2018April 26, 2018 by Selina Stambi6 Comments

“Come on … poems? On your blog? Forget it!”

Crushed by the vehemence in her voice …

“Why not?” I felt two inches tall.

“Don’t want to hurt your feelings and all, but nobody reads that kind of poetry anymore!”

“You mean with rhyme and stuff?”

“Yep!”

“But the world’s a stage”, my eyes pleaded. “It’s teeming with actors. They beckon and beg for someone to observe, pick up a pen and weave tall tales.”

Which is how Chronicles of Archie-Baldia came into being.

Meet Uncle Archibald …

Archie loves life. Harriet is his stoic spouse, unwitting co-star of hilarious hubby’s boisterous adventures. Aunty H is also on her own matchmaking mission to marry off her spinster pals, the Greying Gals.

So no one reads ‘that kind of poem’ anymore. Would you listen to one dramatized and spoken aloud, costume and all?

Here it is — first in the series. Old fashioned music hall-type farce. Slapstick comedy-in-rhyme … narrated for your listening pleasure.

An experiment to titillate the tired literary palate of the jaded twenty-first century non-reader of poetry. Archibald makes his debut at the Marriott Hotel in –

Uncle’s Rollicking Rumba!

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So what’s the verdict?

“Laugh and the world laughs with you”, as Mum used say …

Thankful for the folks I find. Fabulous fodder to feed this frenzied imagination!

Until next time,

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For Her Eyes Only

Published on March 22, 2018November 26, 2018 by Selina Stambi11 Comments

Life’s poignant vignettes erupt at unexpected moments.

Like that time in the hotel in Delhi …

She hovered uncertainly and looked anxious. Out of place in a sprawling hotel lobby teeming with tourists and brass-buttoned bellboys.

A bouquet of flowers in her hand. Red roses, in orange florist’s wrapping.

A dark swathe of garment flowed from the crown of her head all the way down to her heels. Only the hands were open to scrutiny. And the eyes. Beautiful eyes.

Elegance and grace.

He stepped up from behind. A brief exchange of words and she relaxed. The fabric of her shroud merged into the black of the couch.

eyesblackedout — **“Only have eyes for you …”**

The quiet tête-à-tête played out in the mirrored wall behind them.

His eyes never left hers. She leaned towards him. An ease, a pleasant familiarity in their interaction.

A glint of gold flashed on her fourth finger. I caught my breath.

The blinding brightness of Diwali, the annual Hindu Festival of Lights, crawled all over the streets outside, dripping off buildings and dangling from trees.

India ablaze …

… with light —

Bargain hunters poured into late-closing stores, negotiating traffic-snarled streets. Pavement hawkers squawked and beckoned.

Loud distraction painted the cosmopolitan metropolis and seeped into the marbled luxury of the hotel.

IMG_5509[1] — ***… other symbolic Diwali decorations***

***Images of Hindu deities in the hotel lobby and …***

She nodded and waved a slender hand. The band of gold gleamed in the light of the crystal chandeliers.

Her eyes smiled.

The aching weight of might-have-been.

Playing with fire …

…………………………………………………………………………

And then there was Farah …

My tiny friend flirted toothlessly and allowed me to hold her when harrassed-mom-of-three-kids-under-six looked like she could do with a break.

20180312_125959 — **She sat on her mother’s lap, smiling all the way through a 15 hour flight.**

20180312_132213 — ***Farah: “That’s my mommy and she’s wonderful!”***

She nodded off from time to time and I caught this moment in cameo. It touched my heart –

20180312_133641 — ***Sleeping Farah – an allegory of rest in complete trust***

as I recalled lines from the Psalms –

But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a child quieted at its mother’s breast. (Psalm 131:2)

A powerful visual image.

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There is an air of haughty luxury about some Middle Eastern airports –

and a mysterious modesty surrounds the veiled women –

The preoccupation with cellphones, of course, is global –

In the Middle East …

In India …

Sri Lanka …

A worldwide phenomenon, here to stay.

Does one even remember life before mobile devices?

………………………………………………………………………………

Thankful for leisured people-watching fiestas during long layovers at far-flung international airports. Life at its unselfconscious best.

And thankful to be home.

Puppy found his present …

Until next time,

20171014_140346 — **“Get lost, silly tourist!” (Amritsar, India)**

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Good Morning JOY!

Published on February 1, 2018March 22, 2018 by Selina Stambi11 Comments

Dear Judy,

The sun glowed orange during rush hour this morning. My heart sagged under a weight of joy and I slowed down to take pictures –

I almost sent them off to you.

Then I remembered …

I recalled a recent dialogue we had.

Me: Could I use these pictures of you, please? There’s such a beauty about you that’s riveting.

.facebook_1507624146079 — *… and this one. (Judy wrote:* “***that is Eamon reading a letter that I wrote to him. I love my bedhead look.”)***

facebook_1512657689514 — **I asked her for this picture … (Judy with a mixing bowl and the rubber chicken she used as a ‘bell’ too summon assistance)**

You: You can use every picture you want. You don’t have to ask. Surprise me!

So I’m surprising you today …

You: How long was your fight with cancer?

Me: The cancer battle was over a year and a half. My oncologist calls me a success case (I prefer miracle patient). I don’t look like myself in the picture, do I? Within two weeks of your first chemo, the hair starts falling out and you mutate into someone else. I began to practice intentional thankfulness. When gratitude seeps in, joy is not too far behind. Those were beautiful, dark, lovely, intense and precious times. God sends angels, as you know, in many shapes and forms.

You: I don’t look like myself anymore, either. I was always on the go. Now it is my mind that is on fast.

Enjoying the evening — ***What a girl! My friend, Judy, as she used to be.***

***Judy (right) standing tall at 6′ 1″, with her mum and sister, Linda (left)***

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The aircraft commenced its descent into Halifax last Thursday afternoon and my thoughts overflowed with vignettes from your heart –

My mum sent the pink rose to me today … just because. The Ford Escape is on the lawn because Cam wanted me to see it. He just bought it yesterday as a second vehicle. My wheelchair van rides low so it’s not practical for snowy days ahead. I always loved a Ford Escape and Cam would drive a van.

received_807340769427979 — ***Her mum’s rose in a vase on the window sill and Judy’s view of the Ford Escape, parked by the hen-house.***

We have a cottage on the Bay of Fundy and watch the tides go in and the tides go out. Nature at its best. September is a special time. Most cottagers are only there on weekends, so the solitude and beauty is magnified. My paradise …

.facebook_1493652741936 — **Her paradise – the cottage on the Bay of Fundy**

received_774939672668089 — **A serene spot to sit stare in a sky-blue chair**

Your beloved Cameron –

Cam and our brother-in-law are re-shingling the back of the cottage. It has been a busy day. For me, the moments when I can look out the window and see the eagle fly, sandpipers having their last meals before heading to South America and the magnificent clouds being reflected in both water and wet mud are highlights of my soul.

20140831_180629 — ***Judy and Cameron***

.facebook_1515557440542 — ***Judy and her beloved Cam on their wedding day***

Today it was 29 degrees and sunny, so I went out in my wheelchair to enjoy. On impulse I drove on my lawn around to my gardens to see the tulips and bleeding heart. I felt free until my wheelchair got stuck in soggy lawn. Resourceful Cam got blocks of wood and we managed to get out. BUT my tires were full of mud. Cam cleaned as much as he could off and them I wheeled myself in. A flashback hit me. How many times had I told the boys NOT to wear their dirty boots in the house? Cam, patient Cam, has been working at getting the wheels clean ever since!!!

JOY was your three-letter codeword –

Went to the Festival of Lights today in Wolfville, where Cam and I met while going to Acadia University. At the farmer’s market, it was all about Indian food and entertainment. I got a dragonfly and the word JOY done with henna and several Indian silk scarves for Christmas gifts.

received_807340739427982 — **Waking up to JOY on her arm each morning …**

received_798764990285557 — **Henna tattos: dragonfly-and-JOY (the dragonfly is the ALS symbol)**

I am waking up immediately to JOY in the morning for the next couple of weeks.

What made my day? My careworker this morning for 4 hours was Holly. Someone that previously had only been there for my half hour tuck-ins at night. We were sitting at my kitchen table in the sun, when I asked her about her heart-shaped ring … and that was my further joy for the day.

You infused JOY into every moment, Judy, distilled, savoured, sipped on it, then infected the air you breathed and intoxicated those around you.

This says it all — **JOY glowing on her front lawn and …**

You: There is no such thing as coincidence.

Absolutely. I agree …

You: Maybe I came into your life to show you the other side of ALS. The joyful side.

You did just that. And you did it so well …

.facebook_1510338556250 — **Always smiling. Judy (left) chose joy during her four-year journey with Lou Gehrig’s disease (ALS)**

Your boys: your pride and JOY –

Our sons or Charlie's angels — **Judy’s/Charlies’ Angels! The three Starrit brothers all grown up.**

.facebook_1516918074907 — ***Judy’s JOYS: Cam and her sons***

Tim is home. Happy heart.
Just got back from taking Tim to the airport. What a lovely visit and a wonderful son. He left such wonderful memories behind.

received_813211132174276 — **Tim with his newest nephew, Henry**

received_793195314175858 — **Andrew and his boys**

Andrew came home on Friday and stays till this Friday. Check him out on You Tube in the Hot Fireman ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. (Click here to watch Judy standing at Andrew’s side as he takes up the challenge.)

Matthew visits at Christmas

Matthew was home from Wednesday to Saturday. Shared the big news that Laura is pregnant! Be still my heart. We are so blessed.

Those grandbabies –

Got a wonderful card in the mail today, with an ultrasound picture on the front and the announcement inside saying “It’s a boy!” Our third grandson is due the end of October. The Starrit genes were working again. OverJOYed!!!!
He was born yesterday and all is right with the world. 8lb 11 0z of pure JOY! Yesterday was such an emotional day. Waiting, wondering, wishing, praying. And then the phone call came. Rejoicing, heart exploding, celebrating our new JOY! And then by 10.00 at night, emotional breakdown. Thinking about what I will be missing in his future, but being so overjoyed he is here. A part of me.

received_830924487069607 — **Celebrating Henry, the newest JOY …**

received_830924383736284 — **Judy with sister, Linda, and tiny Henry**

He’s Henry now. Named after Cam’s dad. We are still on our baby high. Will be for quite a while.
Cam just stenciled a picture of him onto a pillowcase.

received_801185646710158 — **Cam’s handiwork: Baby Henry-on-a-pillow**

Tomorrow Andrew, Findlay and Eamon are coming for Thanksgiving weekend. I am beyond excited!!!
They’re here! Watching for Findlay and Eamon through her bedroom window.
I have arranged for the pilot, Debbie, of the only plane that travels to Sable Island, to come and speak about her experiences.
I took pictures, but my hands were unsteady with excitement.

22292207_793195067509216_126083908_o — **“Starfish or a shell?” (Pilot Debbie engages the kids in discussion)**

Grandad, Grandma, Findlay and Eamon — **“Smile guys!” (Gramps and Grammy with Findlay and Eamon)**

Eamon just messaged me. Andrew is taking them to a movie. He likes to keep me informed.

Your sister —

Tonight Linda comes. Any minute now.
Linda is here and we are going to listen to the sixth CD of the Book Of Joy, a conversation between the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Tutu. This is our sixth Monday night doing it …

The Rhuda girls — **Sister Linda (right) with Mum and Judy**

… and the whacky, wonderful friends –

My friend, Mary, and sister are coming out to play a card game called Quiddler. A weekly event. I am on a winning streak.
Mary brings muffins for Cam
My tree is trimmed and …

**The tree is trimmed … (in Judy’s living room)**

… the Wild and Woolies are coming at 4.00. Laughter will abound.

The Wild and Woolies have been getting together for over thirty years

IMG_6497 (1) — **“Wild’s the word: wool’s the game!” (The Wild and Woolies, Judy’s crazy rug-hooking gang at her Celebration of Joy)**

image1 (1) — **Laughter abounds. Judy with Wild and Woolly Pal, Jean**

**The Wild and Woolies hooked a pun-ny Christmas gift for Judy: JOY TO THE WOOLED**

Don’t forget the goats …

Andrew and Cam have just taken the goats up the hill for a walk. If we let them loose too close to the house, they would eat all the flowers coming up …

facebook_1516918315589 (1) — **Playing the giddy goat … Cam at her bedroom window**

**Goats-on-a-quilt. Judy’s handiwork …**

I always have flowers in my view. I even got flowers for Father’s Day!

Gotta be kid-ding – goats at a wedding?(The “kids” are included in Andrew and Shantel’s backyard nuptials) …

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… and the chickens (of course) —

Just had the chickens playing the xylophone at my window.

FB_IMG_1493652549791 — **Chicken serenade. Pecking a little tune. (JOY on the windowsill)**

FB_IMG_1494337703037 — **Cereal inducement. Cam scattering cheerios on the keyboard of a toy xylaphone!**

Homecare just arrived, but chickens come first!

On living with ALS –

I have a whole new view on listening. My boogie board is my voice now. People don’t wait until I finish writing and assume what I’m going to say and rush off to do their own thing. Also, they read it wrong, and I have to get their attention and underline a word or words.
It cost less than $30 at Costco.

received_830924303736292 — **Judy’s “boogie board”. She used a tablet-type device to communicate.**

I WAS a talker!
I do most of my writing on my phone now.
I am using my BiPAP for about 20 hours a day. It gives me the freedom of not having to think every time I take a breath. The strength in my hands has diminished as well. I will NOT let that keep me from living a full life but it has put limitations on what I can do. ALS sucks sometimes.

Sucks? The beast stinks …

.facebook_1514787004748 — **Judy: Bipap to breathe, crimson manicure and loads of laughter.**

Thank you, my dearest friend, for caring so much

You have no idea how much, Judy …

About the annual ALS Walkstrong fundraising campaign —

#9 PALS Award (1) — **Judy (right), active spokesperson and ALS Awareness campaigner with Kimberly Carter (left) of the ALS Society of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia.**

Success. Beyond resounding! My mind is still going. Still walking. Still enjoying yesterday. There were 59 people, including care-workers, friends and family on Judy’s Joys. I am blessed Truly blessed.

.facebook_1516918013838 — ***Judy’s Joyful Angels – one of the teams representing Judy in the ALS fundraising walk – and …***

.facebook_1512506811185 — ***… Judy’s Joyful Jewels***

Took 5-6 days to get over the walk. SO worth it!

We shared our rainbows, you and I —

In your home …

… in mine –

You: We are definitely sisters from another mother.

There’s no doubt about that!

You: The physical meeting somehow eludes us, but we are so much beyond that. We are so much closer than that. What we have done for each other is beyond friendship.

Me: Can’t wait to meet you, Judy. It will be odd, though. Kind of like having a first date after being married for a year!

You: I, too, want to meet you! If I could, I would be on a plane now. But the other side of reality is that I know I won’t be travelling by plane anymore. Too many uncertainties.

**Just a text away. Judy used pictures, video clips and GIFs to express herself. They were dead on and often hilarious. (Bottom left, her Facebook profile picture.)**

You: Wish, wish you lived nearby. Always thinking about you.

Me: Me too. I love how Cam cares for you, love the chickens, love the red bike. I even love your ghastly puns!

facebook_1516309226912 (1) — **Flowering bicycle planter (painted red by Cameron)**

.facebook_1516918193787 — **Hilarious hens partying at the window**

FB_IMG_1494337676646 — **The lady loved her puns. One of the many groaners on Judy’s Facebook Page**

You: Our friendship goes much deeper. I needed you as much as you needed me. You took me outside of myself.

By the way, Cam is going to mail a parcel to you tomorrow. No parcel from you yet. Tomorrow.

Your parcel arrived by express post on December 23rd. Icicles dripped off the eaves as the mailman hopped from one foot to the other and blew on his hands, while I hastily inscribed a signature on the electronic board he held out to me.

**DREAMS made from Scrabble pieces Hangs by my desk to inspire me as I write.**

Such a treasure trove of thoughtful things inside …

Me: Did you make the Scrabble ornament? Love it!

You: Bought it at the ALS sale.

Me: It was meant for me.

You: I found your DREAMS, didn’t I?

You sure did!

We called on Christmas Eve, before heading out to church. Husband, Daughters and I sang We Wish You A Merry Christmas on speakerphone. Cam said you raised your arms in delight and crossed your hands over your heart.

On Christmas day we shared cameo moments.

You sent me –

25188182_821034691391920_1521955600_n — **Joy on the Christmas tree**

received_827633390732050 — **Mum sipping a cup of yuletide tea**

and I sent these –

Isn’t this fun?

Absolutely!

Our house was always the ‘go to’ house at Christmas. I used to make rolls and shape them in the form of wreaths and Christmas trees. Decorate them, of course, and wrap them in clear, cellophane with fancy ribbons. That is a thing of the past now, but Christmas still comes and goes!

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I sent you a song on Saturday night. It came with my heart. Your response set my heart ablaze.

Click here to listen …

I picked up Cameron’s message on Sunday afternoon. You crossed over an hour after we last messaged each other.

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Cousin Preman met me at the airport and drove me to the afternoon and evening visitations.

20180111_195402 — ***Joyful Judy moments up on the screens at Knox United Church***

20180111_141524 — **Judy’s JOY all over the church foyer**

I met Cam and Linda, Mum and your boys. And the Wild and Woolies, of course.

Linda told me she’d packed my Christmas box of goodies for Cam to mail. She recognized the necklace I wore.

received_778893972319382 — ***Wore it to the funeral. The breast cancer ribbon necklace from my Christmas box – celebrating survival***

20180111_193126 — **Judy’s sister, Linda, at the evening visitation**

I laughed with the Wild and Woolies. Such stories they had to tell …

It felt like I’d known your friends and family forever.

Your final farewell on Friday was one immense celebration of joy. The church was packed.

An unusual, uplifting occasion. You planned it all yourself, Linda said in her tribute.

Your beloved Bhangra Boys danced their hearts out.

***Judy’s Maritime Bhangra Boys performed***

(Click here to dance with Judy and her Bhangra Boys, on her birthday last year.)

I picked up my tea bag and one of your dainty, embroidered white hankies on my way out.

20180113_095829 — There was a tea bag ‘party favour’ for everyone, with Judy’s instructions to have a cup of joy with a friend and an invitation to take one of her lovely old fashioned handkerchiefs to be used to wipe away tears of joy and sadness.

(Click here for photos and video clips of Judy’s funeral Celebration of Joy)

It felt strange to visit your home on Saturday. To walk up the ramp and knock at your kitchen door.

facebook_1516918282502 — *Cam and Mum on the volunteer-built wheelchair ramp*

**Judy’s hospital bed (from which she took many pictures), all neatly made up, will be donated to the ALS society.**

facebook_1516918366190 — ***Google Earth view of her home posted on Judy’s Facecbook Page***

*Cameron with Andrew (left) and Matthew. Tim had left for the airport*

Joy all over the house, pouring from every corner.

Cam and I sat in your room. We chatted like we’d known each other forever.

My Christmas package finally made it out to you after New Year’s, he told me. Two days before your final departure. Cam said you smiled when he showed it to you

He showed me your rubber chickens. I peeped into the henhouse on my way out.

*Cam with the rubber chickens. Judy used them like a bell, to summon assistance*

**Had to check out the henhouse. An infrared light keeps the cluckies warm in the winter**

You wrote three months ago: PS: Oct 11 – went to my regular 3 month appointment with all the specialists today. They are all pleased with how I’m doing …

The only predictable thing about life is its unpredictability, isn’t it?

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I’m sipping, as I remember and write, from the mug I found nestled in my surprise Christmas box.

20180108_153326 — *From my Christmas box. Life sure surprised me with you, Judy.*

20180110_083443_HDR — *From my Christmas box. The dragonfly is the ALS symbol*

The dragonfly brightens my kitchen window. I love how it begins to burn when the sun seeps through.

We never said ‘hello’ in person, Judy. I never got to write about what I discovered in the bombed out jungle graveyard in Tellipallai, Jaffna. This was not how our Dear Judy travel series was supposed to end.

I’m thankful you found this blog and reached out in joyful friendship.

(Click here to read how we met)

Thank you, my courageous friend. You are proof that a purpose-driven life does not necessarily embrace a bed of roses. You were a true and unique gift.

.facebook_1515373943396 — **RIP Judy Starrit, my amazing, inspirational friend.**

Loving you from afar. Love, xx Judy

I love you too, Judy …

We’ll meet face-to-face. On the other shore some day, when my own journey’s done.

20171201_192012 — *He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death* *shall* be no *more, neither* *shall* *there* be mourning nor crying nor *pain* *any* *more, for the former things have passed away.”* *(Revelation 21:4* *RSV)*

His Master said to him, “Well done, good and faithful servant … enter into the JOY of your master.” (Matthew 25:23 RSV)

Until then,

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Good Morning Jaffna!

Published on December 19, 2017February 2, 2018 by Selina Stambi3 Comments

Dear Judy,

The snow’s piled up outside.

20171212_103513 — ***This morning’s view through kitchen door.***

20171122_130954 — ***Just the beginning …***

Summer still clings to my head in spite of the skeletal trees brooding outside my window.

20171119_110051_HDR_2 — **There’s a desolate ugly-beauty about leafless tress**

IMG_20151217_100317 — **Not if I had any choice in the matter …**

Okay, so returning to warmer times in sunny climes …

We are now in Jaffna, Judy. Part Two of our virtual travels together, you and I —

Click here to read Good Morning (Again) Colombo! (Dear Judy, Part 1) …

1511377820324817233987 — **This is the island of Sri Lanka in the Indian Ocean, the tear drop at the foot of the sub-continent of India. The pink shaded area in north is the Jaffna peninsula where our ancestors hail from.**

We drove into Tellippalai where Dad’s parents settled on their return to Ceylon (Sri Lanka’s pre-republic name) from the British colony of Malaya, shortly after World War II. Grandpa, a communications officer under the British government, took up the post of Airport Controller in the neighbouring town of Palaly.

Ghosts of war-time devastation lined our route. Cringing skeletons of bombed out buildings still haunt this once-upon-a-time ghost town.

***Tellipallai was subjected to merciless bombing, in an ugly game of political tit-for-tat***

A trickle of former war regugees are returning after decades of absence. Several unclaimed properties are now in government hands …

Desolate brick-and-motar wraiths of buildings steadfastly guard their ground –

So on day three of our odyssey, Husband and I found ourselves at the entrance of the graveyard attached to the Church of the American Ceylon Mission.

The rubble of shattered gravestones poked their way through tall vegetation, thorny underbrush and rope-like vines. A tangled tatch of tropical jungle.

20171002_162424 — **The entrance to the graveyard-turned-jungle. A short way down the road from the church.**

20171002_162357 — **Rope-like vines with broken bits of tombstone peeping through the undergrowth**

Yikes! How trustworthy is the church caretaker who said there were no snakes?

But I have to tell you first about the journey leading up to this moment, Judy.

So this is how it came about …

Husband and I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to visit our ancestral homelands in the Jaffna Peninsula, a war zone for decades and only recently open to tourists.

How to figure out the details in such a short space of time?

I remembered Yamindra Watson Perera of Jungle Fowl Leisure Planners

**Yamindra Watson Perera, partner at Jungle Fowl. Her cousin told me about this adventurous new start up.**

— and presented my wish list to Mariesz, her assistant. A demanding cut-and-paste itinerary, a combination of every location in the area associated with family history and lore. Neither lady turned a hair.

Until …

Mariesz: No. So sorry, we are still in the process of setting up our site for online payments.

Me: (wailing) But I don’t have time to go to the bank!

Yamindra and Mariesz showed up at Dad’s condo the next afternoon, with Accountant Lady and credit card machine in tow.

IMG-20171204-WA0001 (1) — *The Jungle Fowl team:* Yamindra Watson Perera (left), Mariesz Ebert (centre) with the credit card machine, smiling lady accountant (right)

Impressive service or what?

All booked and paid up by the time Husband flew in from Toronto.

Still pitch-dark. Growling clouds burped and released a deluge as we drove away.

20170930_060700 — ***Droplets on car window as day awakes***

20170930_061219_HDR — **Sunrise over cocunut trees**

Rest stop and a scalding pot of Ceylon tea in the ancient city of Anuradhapura –

20171003_124657 — ***Tea at Seedevi Family Restaurant, brewed the Sri Lankan way — strong, with loads of sugar and condensed milk. No time to linger unfortunately.***

20170930_094804 — **Nirangan, our driver/guide, sips his tea**

Searing heat.

And it’s well past the hottest time of year …

20171003_121411 — **Brave tourists on bikes, mopping moisture off their persons**

20170930_063036 — ***Go girls! Ladies on scooters and mo’bikes. The pillion rider is texting.***

Landscape grows arid, parched and thirsty.

**The Jaffna peninsula’s signature palmyrah palm thrives where no greenery would dare**

20170930_123518 — **Salt farms along the coastal line.**

20170930_123502 — **Post-war reconstruction has produced impressive roads. Highway skirts the ocean and rail route**

A paradox-panorama of war and peace as we fly by –

20170930_122352_HDR — ***Memories of war – Concrete water tower resting on its side. Toppled over by the LTTE (Liberation Tigers of Tamil Elam) militants.***

20170930_123552 — **Monument to peace – the island of Lanka supported by multiple hands, the national flag in full flutter**

Crossed Elephant Pass, a sliver of strait connecting the northern province to the rest of the island, sandwiched on either side by shallow stretches sea.

Welcome to Jaffna, the traditional homeland of the Tamil people …

**Finally the Lion of Lanka has united the troubled northern region (where once flew the Tamil Tiger Flag) with its southern brethren.**

20171003_092903_HDR — **Approaching Elephant Pass**

Zipped through Vavuniyya, then Chavakacheheri —

— and on to Jaffna town.

A different ambiance manifests beyond Elephant pass. It’s unique, distinct.

Ladies on bicycles –

20170930_131213 — **Don’t forget the handbag. Multi-tasking with ease!**

— scooters and motorbikes –

Neatly draped sarees and all …

Scooters/ motorbikes are the new, affordable middle class family vehicles –

20171002_180015 — **Not a single car to be seen in this parking lot**

***Gentleman clad in traditional sarong, climbing nimbly on***

A plethora of Hindu temples at every corner –

Temple architecture is typically South Indian …

IMG_2949 (1) — **… and dozens more under construction. (Protective ‘cadjan’ screens made of coconut leaves)**

Ancient deities –

– worshipped in nooks and under spreading trees –

**Ancient (could this one be from as far back as a thousand years, I wonder) and …**

20171002_152133 — **… relatively modern. An occasional Roman Catholic icon in a glass box.**

Sages and ascetics, some long dead ..

… and some still very much alive —

20171002_181015 — **Those burning eyes …**

A distinct, bright South Indian flavour in the traditional women’s fashions –

20171002_180858 — **The mannequins in the shop windows are very European-looking!**

One-of-a-kind cuisine –

20171002_075021 — **Couldn’t get enough of thosai (crisp, savoury crepes) with its spicy, vegetarian accompaniments**

20171002_180744 — **Vadai (savoury ‘donuts’ with a hole in the middle) for sale in display case**

‘Holy’ cows roam the streets unchallenged —

20171002_183916 — ***Foraging for food in a pile of garbage***

**All dressed up and nowhere to go. Wearing a coronet of green leaves and tethered to the premises of an ancient temple undergoing reconstruction**

Ubiquitous stray dogs-

**… or in packs. (These guys growled and barked as we walked by, till someone stepped in and shooed them off. Thoughts of dog-bites and rabies made for some unpleasant moments**n

20171001_172909 — ***By themselves (this one has made a hollow in the soil and slumbers unperturbed in the hot sun as hundreds of people mill around him ) …***

A conservative culture still –

Check out the sign, Judy. Chuckling with you …

**In three languages. Wise up, folks! Big brother is watching you …**

Discreet couples sneak into quiet corners away from the prying eyes …

***… and somehow a stray dog will find you!***

20171001_171853 — **With a cellphone, of course …**

A certain demureness about the young women. Untainted grace and elegance.

Long tresses, often worn in a single braid, still the order of the day –

Post-war phenomena:

(1) Shopping malls boasting …

… beauty parlours and bright billboards

**For the emancipated post-war woman ..**

*... and a banner advertising lingerie. (Someone must be blushing!)*

(2) Supermarkets –

Shopping in airconditioned comfort versus haggling over prices at the local market …

***Bombay onions and manioc (cassava) – locally grown produce***

(3) Upscale tourist hotels –

(4) Mobile phones –

**Hunched over and lost to the world. The universal body language of the millennial**

(5) … and Tom Cruise!

Niranjan slowed down to point out the ruins of the old Kachcheri –

The bombed remains of the Kachecheri (district secretariat), a maginificent Dutch-era seat of administration. It’s modern replacement sits across the street ..

and other landmarks around town :

– The Jaffna Public Library and clock tower –

***The Jaffna library, home to priceless ancient ola leaf manuscrips, was burned down in the ethnic conflict. This is the rebuilt, state-of-the-art building.***

**Old clocktower undergoing restoration**

Imprints of King Sangilian, last ruler of the Jaffna Kingdom

**Sangilian (died 1623), bloodthirsty last ruler of the Jaffna Kingdom, overthrown by the Portugese colonial lords**

**Sangliliyan’s ‘thoppu’ in Nallur, gateway to the Kingdom of Jaffna. All that remains of old glory.**

Lingered awhile in the amazingly well- preserved home of King Sangilian’s minister.

How it survived the war is a mystery …

This treasure of cultural history squats unannounced and uncared for. There’s no charge to go in, no one to supervise visitors. A hang out spot for the town’s bored youth, who probably are responsible for the graffitti smearing the walls.

***The architecture takes my breath away***

– The teaching hospital

– And ever-present phantoms of the past

***Haunting memorial.The shell of a torched train sits at the very end of the rail route to the north.***

Remains of once-magnificent Dutch-era architecture –

**This beauty is being renovated to serve as a banquet hall**

(Click here to take a haunting walk through the shattered ruins of an old Dutch-period mansion.)

Carefully slid camera under barbed wire fence to get this one. No one could identify the sprawling ruins, probably a palace, across the street from our hotel. The damage is definitely pre-war, from ceturies of neglect. Thick tree trunks grow out of remnants of walls.

No fanfare or signage for many ancient abandoned Hindu worship-places squatting by the roadside –

A sense of unhurried uncomplexity about life in this region. As if it’s just awakening from a long sleep.

**Manual labourers off to work with a ‘mammoty’ an implement that has served generations before them.**

20171002_174840 — **Pausing in traffic to chat with a pal**

**Only a dog in sight. Patiently awaiting customers**

20171002_175903 — **Questions of life. All the time in the world to ponder**

20171002_174947 — **Gentle afternoon stroll**

***Time to share some news. Cops are people too, you know …***

Fluorescent lights, after-sundown markets and shops groaning with made-in-China and other items in varying violent shades of neon –

20171002_181948 — **Tailor pauses to pose**

20171002_182007 — **Business booms at the mobile phone centre**

The three-storey Rio Ice Cream parlour with its wide variety of modestly-priced sundaes, is the place to visit these days.

A constant stream of tourists spill out of loaded buses …

The place is popular with couples anxious to hide from nosey parkers.

In a culture of arranged marriages, young women have to be cautious about ‘spoiling’ their names and ruining future ‘chances’ …

Popped in at Aunty Sothy’s old house, occupied for years by the LTTE and then the military. Street numbers and names have changed. It took some locating.

***Kind lady who answered the door, let us in and showed us around. The house looked different from when I visted last at age 16***

***An eyesore of a concrete underground bunker, legacy of the LTTE , occupies most of the backyard***

*Ice-cream pink outhouse now serves as a storeroom*

Then on to some vanishing landmarks of the LTTE –

– The unmarked site of the slain Tamil Tiger leader, Prabhakaran’s home –

**Government forces have flattened the house of the slain Tamil Tiger founder and leader, Velupillai Prabhakaran. A flat, scrubby, weed-ridden property is all there is to see.**

***Determined not to forget. Graffiti in Tamil on the boundary wall stubbornly proclaims the name of the former LTTE head***

– and the remains of a Tamil Tiger war-themed children’s playground –

Built for children raised to hate and kill. Sent unpleasant chills up my back …

Must-see tourist spots –

Nilavarai – the bottomless well –

Supposedly bottomless, this water source has recently been found to have a depth of around 150 metres. The site, like most tourist spots in this area, is still unglamourous and free of tawdry tourist ‘hoopla’.

Keerimalai (Mongoose Springs) –

**The legend goes that a princess who was born with a horse-face, was instructed by a sage to bathe in this pool. She obeyed and supposedly emerged from the waters with a normal woman’s face ..**

**… She was worshipped as a goddess and a Hindu temple erected on the site. Note the horse faces on the standing statues**

Jaffna Fort

**17th century Portugese-era fortifications, now undergoing intense government-sponsored restoration**

20171001_165911_HDR — **The fort was a high-security zone during the war. A part of it is still occupied by the military.**

Fort Hammenhiel –
Approach to Fort Hammenhiel (literally heel of Ham), the old Duch Fort on a little island, a short way from the coastline. It’s now a hotel/ resort operated by the navy.

Fortifications of fortress visible from the mainland beach

There is a more evident Buddhist presence these days, in this former enclave of Hinduism –

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Sunday morning service at St John’s Church, Chundikuli, where Mum’s parents were married –

**St. John The Baptist Anglican Church, a victim of war, recently restored and modernized .**

Click here to sing along in Tamil with the congregation of St John’s …

20171001_102742 (1).jpg — **Friendly assistant curate**

20171001_085243 (1) — ***The congregation files outside after service, to shake hands with the officiating ministers and linger for a cup of tea. Lovely, leisured provincial customs***

The minister gave us access to old vestry records …

The ones that survived …

20171001_102946 (1) — ***Turn back time … records and updates continue to be written by hand***

20171001_103307 — **Husband and I both recognized names from our family trees in the surviving graveyard records. Amazing …**

… and introduced us to David, who led us to the little churchyard –

**David, the church sexton, who remembered husband’s great uncle and aunt in the village of Kopay**

**David unlocks the gate, warning that the graveyard has sustained damage and been neglected for years.**

***Handwrittenrecords in hand, David searches for our ancestors’ graves …***

… and pointed out tombs and monuments of interest –

Such a thrill to locate the site of Mum’s grandpa Charles’ grave …

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Niranjan invited us to visit his ancestral home.

20171001_130552 — **A pause to pick up the keys from his aunt, and Nirangan drove us to this beauty of early 1900s architecture**

**A typcial central courtyard, with doorways leading into the rooms around it.**

20171001_125651 — **Wood-burning hearth in the kitchen**

20171001_130229 — **Outhouse. The home has no indoor plumbing.**

20171001_130512 — ***Well for bathing and drinking water***

He shrugged when I enquired enthusiastically if there were plans for restoration and renovations in the near future.

“Who has the money?”

Framed family photos still adorn the walls, dusty books distintegrate on cupboard shelves, clothing and kichen untensils scattered on the floor while a rusty parrot cage languishes in the yard outside –

Never 2 Old 2 Dream

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