When I was a little girl, my mother would sometimes take me to Gran's house, for lunch and afternoon tea with my Aunty Edna.
My grandmother no longer lived there by that stage of her life..it was then the family home of my aunt, uncle and cousins.
Mum and I would travel by train and bus and then take a short walk from the bus-stop to Ethel Street, where I always loved turning the corner and spying that pretty pink lantana hedge.
It grew right along the front fence, past the gate and down both sides of the pathway to Gran's front door!
The house was very old and large with a big shaded verandah running around all sides.
Inside, the ceilings were extremely high and all the rooms seemed voluminous to this small girl.
I recall the feeling of being transported to a Victorian house from one of my favourite novels.
There were the 'good rooms' where only exalted guests were received, and where I was only allowed to peek into accompanied by a grown up!
My much older cousin's large expensive "walking dolls" stood in all their finery in the living room and if I was very lucky, my aunt would let me see one in action before we left for home!
There were the 'good rooms' where only exalted guests were received, and where I was only allowed to peek into accompanied by a grown up!
My much older cousin's large expensive "walking dolls" stood in all their finery in the living room and if I was very lucky, my aunt would let me see one in action before we left for home!
We would spend our vist sitting at the family table in the big kitchen, surrounded by cupboards of various sizes and designs.
While the adults chatted over their tea, I would look around and wonder what lay stored up in all those old wooden cupboards.
I imagined they held delicious homemade pies and cakes, perhaps...or fizzy ginger beer and even fruit wines?
Such things seemed to appear on the table as if by magic!
Eventually, I would leave the talk and wander out to the backyard, where fragrant roses grew on big bushes and budgerigars sang and whistled from their fancy cages.
As I remember it, time somehow always seemed to slow down whenever I was there, at my grandmother's old house.
Memories.. can be funny things I suppose.
Perhaps I just choose to still see those magic days through the romantic eyes of a day-dreaming child.
All I know is that 40 years later...I still dream of having my own big shady verandahs, and a pink lantana hedge!
Beautiful post! And beautiful Lantana. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteLovely, enjoyable post of sweet memories...
ReplyDeleteMy mother always had Lantana and I loved it. It won't grow where we are now. :(
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Jil ♥
What a beautiful memory! I, too, treasure my memories of my grandmothers' homes. love,andrea
ReplyDeleteYour recollection transports me, too, Trish - to such a simpler time and place of vintage charm and beauty. And - I just love your new banner picture!!! Where do you find such treasures?
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Kathy
Hi Trish...What sweet memories...
ReplyDeletea house with verandahs all the way around if only...Lantana is only a potted plant in summer here for the most part!!
It must have been a wonderful time to be a kid : }
Grace
So pretty!
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Hello Trish,
ReplyDeleteI remember the Ethel St. house...and the Lantana. It was so pretty. I always liked the back verandah best. Good memories.
God Bless
Barb xxxx
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ReplyDeleteLove Pink Lantana! A beautiful bush.
Gabriela
I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed your post! I think these feelings remain with us always!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing!
Blessings to you and yours,
It was the flowers that drew me in - just like a hedge at your gran's place. What neat reflections. Isn't it wonderful to have peaceful moments of recollection? It's a blessing. I find the more I love the Lord, the more my ashes do turn to beauty. And things beautiful are sometimes just radiantly so. I did have to loo up budgerigars and paste it, b/c I don't think I'd spell it right anyway. Budgies? Is that were that name came from? Always thought it was a parakeet - must be similar. And, I had to look up your location - with some of your words (mum) and trains. Australia! Aha! :) Enjoyed my visit! Thanks, Jenn. Now, if I'm signed out by Google and not my open ID it's b/c open ID has been finicky. If you get my Google account, you'll have to jump from there to my WordPress blog. Sorry. But it's not a long hop from Australia to Texas via the internet! Jenn
ReplyDeleteI love lantana but I was once told it was a weed in Australia as it can get out of hand in the wild. Mine always seem to die:(
ReplyDeleteI love the picture at the top of the post - so pretty.