Jolly BBQ

It’s been edges since I had the time to sit back and blog.

The festive season is close and as always December is a wonderful time.  Being summertime, it is time for the outdoors.  It’s festive time too so it is a time to be jolly, a time of giving, eating and rejoicing.

We got the family and close friends round to my place for a get-together with a jolly good bbq of mussels, fish, salad, a very long German Bratwurst sausage and thick special ordered rump fillet from our regular butcher.

Our little grandbaby joined in the fun posing her big smile for photos.

Everyone had a good jolly time.

Family isn’t always blood.
It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs;
the ones who accept you for who you are.
The ones who would do anything to see you smile
and who love you no matter what.

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The Very Vintage Day Out

We just got home from VVDO 2017 (The Very Vintage Day Out) which had a full programme of entertainment including live bands, dancers, performers, a vintage car display, motorbike display, military display, makeovers, fashion shows, high tea as well as over 80 vendors on site selling a huge range of vintage products.

Lovers of all things vintage came together once more to celebrate a by-gone era.

A whole display of vintage cars in line as we walked into Shed 10.  We were indeed transformed into a by-gone era where we saw lovely ladies dressed in nice floral cotton flocks.   There were stalls selling vintage clothing and accessories, old records and posters of Marilyn Monroe, sweet cake shops and of course our very own Edmonds.

Edmonds is one of New Zealand’s oldest and best loved brands, one that is synonymous with Kiwi home cooking and baking. It was founded in 1879 by Thomas Edmonds when he opened up a small grocery store and began making baking powder out the back of his shop. A customer questioned the superiority of his baking powder and Edmonds replied “It is sure to rise Madam” and the famous Edmonds promise was born.

Everyone was in a jovial and happy mood as the band was playing and people were dancing, ladies flocks swinging.  The audience (including myself) watched in awe, travelled back in time to the year when none of us were even born.

If given a choice to choose when to be born, what would you prefer?
Back to the days of old or the present?

I often wondered, what life was like during the World War I.  Pre-war, during the war and post-war WW1 and WWII.  We are blessed today and may the age of World Peace* (scroll down below) remains.

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* World peace? These are the only 11 countries in the world that are actually free from conflict.  As per IEP’s findings, the only ones to achieve the lowest score for all forms of conflict were Switzerland, Japan, Qatar, Mauritius, Uruguay, Chile, Botswana, Costa Rica, Vietnam, Panama and Brazil.

Time flies

I had been waiting for my family to visit and now they have been and gone !

It was Mum’s second trip to New Zealand after seven years.  She visited with my sister and hubby.  My brother joined them flying from the Solomon Island.

This post is a collage of sweet memories during their visit.

How time flies.

 

Mum’s first try on driving a ‘car’ (scooter) for easy access at Botanical Garden.

A kind neighbour offered us free grapefruits. Pick your own.

A visit to Otara market in the rain.

Mum & sis at Fo Guang Shan temple in Flatbush.

Fresh Clevedon Oysters – I seemed to be the only one enjoying it.

Wonder Women – Four Generations.

A family portrait.

A very sad story of the life of my little FeeFee

I received news that my precious FeeFee passed away peacefully on 9 July 2017 after a short illness.

She lived a long life, prolonged perhaps since she lived in a cage for over a dozen years.

Cute and so playful as a kitten and so proud and self confident as a mother cat.

My heart is heavy and feeling sad.  Numbed beyond words but she is now in a better place.

Beloved FeeFee
4 July 1999 – 9 July 2017

Greatly loved and fondly remembered always.

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We did not know when her actual birthday was but American Independence day, 4th of July was an easy date to remember hence we adopted that date for her birthday.  On her birthday, we would cook a whole fish for her and that fish was a treat and symbolizes a birthday cake.  A friend gave her to us.  She was cute and adorable with blue eyes and grey fur, a tiny little wee kitty barely a month old.  That was a long, long time ago, way back sometime in August in the year 1999.  We named her FeeFee.

This post is a very sad story of the life of my FeeFee.  I am extremely remorse as I type this story.  It is a story that hurt me deeply, yesterday, today, tomorrow and everyday. I am hurting so badly because I believe my FeeFee’s life must be in agony.  What is…

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A jar of caper & a crying baby

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I was promoted to be a new grandmother and that was almost four months ago.

Today, I am still lost, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.

Our little baby is such a handful.  My poor daughter is having a hard time.  If only our little bundle of joy doesn’t cry so much, her mum would caper with glee.

All we could do at this stage is to stay calm, provide all the care we could to pacify our crying baby.

That jar of caper sits unopened on the kitchen bench.

There’s no time to even bake a pizza !

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From the desk of a new grandmother

Upgraded to GM (grandmother) at the age of 55, I am not sure if it is a sign of old age or a sign of happiness or both.  Feeling buffed, perhaps like a sportsman coming out of the gym showing off his muscles.

When one gets past 40 years old (at least for most women I know), one tends to forget her age.  Unlike the teens or the early twenties who look forward to their birthdays,  year after year.  Oh, you can’t wait to reach your 21st birthday to be an independent adult and wear a key pendant around your neck.

After reaching my early 40s, I tend to reflect in my head and do a little sum to get my age.  Mentally I took my year of birth minus the current year equals how old I am.  I honestly stopped counting.  Inside me, I feel the same way as I did some twenty years ago.  My hobbies have not changed though perhaps my body may look a little bit out of shape and my face may show some wrinkles.

The best thing about being a GM to me is that I have successfully gone through motherhood and raised my daughter (or perhaps a son for others) into a fully grown responsible adult about to start her own family.  A little one is born, another generation.

A new grandchild tends to be a bond between a mother and her daughter (son).  As the daughter reaches out to her mother for advice on what to do with a crying baby, the connection is deeper, more of respect and guidance that the new young mum seeks to care for her baby as her mother had cared for her years ago.  Ideally, mother and daughter appreciate each other more fully when the daughter becomes a mother and the mother becomes a grandmother.

Our little Gloria (as I call her but Kirsty is her name) is two months old.  She is not an easy baby and demands 100% of her mother’s time.  My daughter, Jo is undergoing baby blues, in fact postpartum depression .  I wish I could help but having a full time job is no help at all.  In my free time, all I can do at this stage are the little things like helping her with dinners and bringing them out for some fresh air.  Those are mother-daughter’s bonding times made possible by little Gloria.

This is just the first part of my journey.  I have yet to experience any grandmother-grandchild bond.  Perhaps when my daughter returns to work, I could care for Gloria where possible hoping to make childcare more affordable for her parents.  At present, I cannot imagine myself to be a ‘mother’ (or grandmother) as years ago, I was blessed with help from my aunt (who raised me and my children) or hired help that didn’t cost us an arm and a leg.  I have not raised any of my children single-handedly as Jo does (other then when her husband is home) with Gloria.

One day perhaps, I will have a bond with my grandchild, a stronger bond that I ever had with my own children.  My three children have strong emotional bond (love) with my aunt whom they look upon as their grandmother.  Sharing of affection for each other is the best thing in the family.

As my journey of a GM begins, I look forward to an opportunity for nurturance (mother-daughter), a sense of reliable alliance (bond),  showering love and feeling loved.

Feeling good, something money cannot buy.

From the desk of a new grandmother.

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Our wish for a healthy bundle of joy

Friday’s child is full of grace.

Our prayers and wishes for a healthy bundle of joy finally arrived.

Little Kirsty, born on Friday 10, March 2017.

Our first grandchild, first child of my eldest daughter Joanne and her hubby Terence.

Precious story, a milestone into my autobiography.

Little Borneo girl is now a ‘Nanna’.

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The Road Taken

I was back home again !

A much awaited yearly trip to visit my elderly aunt who is like a mother to me.

After two weeks quality time spent in Kuching where I was born, my Auckland home looks more ‘Peranakan‘ than before.

The road taken – from Kuching (Malaysia) to Auckland (New Zealand) came my grandma’s betel nut set and her Nyonya beaded slippers.

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This photo is a living tradition of my heritage.

Happy Year of the Fire Rooster

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The world celebrated the Lunar New Year of the Fire Rooster on 27 Jan 2017.

In Chinese astrology, each zodiac year is not just associated with an animal sign, but also one of five elements: Gold (Metal), Wood, Water, Fire, or Earth.  Both zodiac sign and element are believed to affect one’s personality and destiny.

We had a few family and friends round for dinner and we did the prosperity toss.

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I may be a Banana (a term for an Asian person living in a Western or non-Asian country) but I have not lost touch with my cultural identity.  The term is derived from the fruit banana which is “yellow on the outside, white on the inside“.

Wishing all bloggers good health, happiness and prosperity. Happy blogging !