Dumbo Feather Idol

I am rather delightfully addicted to Dumbo Feather a mook (book/magazine) introduced to me by a dear friend Sylvia. There are many ‘stories’ which I could share something of  – ‘articles’ sound too clinical for this humane publication with pages that sound like they’re breathing they’re that alive and true – but this is to…

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Lifescape

Without too much introduction. Here is picture poetry of my Nana (Frances Thelma Whitehead, adopted Cooper, nee Osmond). She arrived  and lost her mother during the flu epidemic in 1918 and departed this world as the colours turned burnt and fallen in May 2011. Although I won’t make a habit of personal tributes on this…

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Frances Thelma

In this place where there is plenty of bay, it’s PAVED THE POETRY day. I’m  to be sentimental and post a poem I gathered for Nana Frances on behalf of her 10 grandchildren and 5 greatgrandchildren. A wee photologue will follow, this evening. Bless you Frances Thelma Whitehead. When we think of you Nana Auckland…

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Nana Frances’ Rice Pudding

Winter is very much everywhere, in every fold, in every colour, in Aotearoa. It’s in the smell of olbas oil and presence of tissue boxes, printed with the promise of Springtime blossoms. Last night I made ‘Rock around the Kitchen’s’ wholesome Pumpkin and Dhal soup. This delicious zuppa is rated 2011’s number 2 soup (who wants…

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