Noms Blog in a Teacup

Posts from the “memoirs” Category

The Grands.

Posted on March 13, 2019

My intuition and sense of ‘gut’ generally serves me right and I am really beginning to appreciate just how strong it can be, even connecting to those people who I consider to be not all that intimately close to. Sleepless nights, and an uneasy feeling, even tingling in my left-hand side, and an urge to cry spontaneously; by allowing myself to listen to my ‘own’ is liberating and sometimes frightening, knowing that someone is telling me goodbye before they go. And so it was yesterday one year a ago I started this blog… I thought I best finish it, but not before I update it at the end.

Just rice, right?

Posted on October 10, 2017

There are a multitude of foods that remind me of easier and less stressful days in my life. But there is a dark side to it all and it’s only really just become apparent what that is. My relationship with food is healthy, but for my mum it wasn’t. And all those foods I associate with all my loving and nurturing days in my childhood, were nothing but a crutch. The crutch wasn’t mine though, it was Mum’s. My dad worked away a fair bit through my youngest years. If he wasn’t working, he was playing football, at football training or at the pub. He worked hard, left the house early and went to bed early; like most dads did and still do today.…

Eddie & Yabbies

Posted on May 2, 2016

Edmond Andrew Martion was my maternal grandfather for a short 18 or so years. He’s the bloke standing on the left of the Canoe Tree. The other fella is Rudd Campbell who I am also related to, but on another line. If I am really honest, I barely bloody knew Pop and for that I am somewhat upset about.

Crackers, Peter & Paul!

Posted on January 12, 2016

I was just stalking on Facey, like I do some nights and realised I had missed an old friend of the families birthday… quickly rectified with a belated well wish but it got me thinking back to some really great times with some really great company. I think from an early age I knew what a great time was; what it meant to be a part of something special and around people who made a difference. The ‘Power Family’ were one of those families for me. All six of them. They lived out on some acreage, in a house plonked in what I guess was once a paddock, or scrub perhaps? Was so long ago I really only remember the inside with its long, open…

It’s a SMALL World

Posted on November 4, 2015

I wrote this blog while holidaying… Please take me back!? Currently I am blogging from the now dark 7pm, humid and hot Trinity Beach; a ‘beach suburb’ if you like, North of the Cairns CBD. Beautiful Queensland never disappoints. Warm nights and days even if it is raining, wind that isn’t cold and nights that don’t require more than a sheet. I’d move here tomorrow if I could. Not just because of holiday reasons, but for the weather, the local people and rawness of the area if you get away from the touristy side of things. Which we did. Of course we’ve been ticking off the tourist list while we’ve been here for a short nine days so far and documenting it in Us’ies; watching the…

Fog, 11 & 13 don’t play well.

Posted on July 13, 2015

I was going through a few things in an old jewellery box on Saturday and came across an old worn envelope. It was folded down into a strip, like it was keeping something safe. Unrolling the folds, I pulled the envelope apart and there clumped in the corner were a reminder of just how lucky I have been. June 13th, 1986 was a Friday, a Black Friday, or so they call them. The dreaded Friday the 13th when everything that could go wrong, does. I was eleven then, innocent and happy. We were living on the ‘block’ at the time, winter days of thick fog and drizzling rain. As we bustled around the caravan getting ready for school, Mum hauled two huge baskets of dirty washing…