Distant Memories

It is nearly 16 months since we left family and friends in England for our new life in Australia and it's 9 months since we moved into our house in Tea Tree Way, Thornlie. Memories come flooding back when you have that moment to think, relax and contemplate but those distant memories can have two different thoughts;

distant memories as in time and distant as in miles.

Worth remembering?
Two aerials met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony was rubbish but the reception was brilliant.

When I work on my Nickisson Family Tree I cannot help but think about my family we left in England, distant memories as in miles. My Family Tree is also the place where I especially search generations that I do not know other than by name, distant memories in time.

I have no memory of my grandfather, Ernest Nickisson (1885-1943) as he died a few years before I was born, but I do remember my grandmother Florence Ada Smallman (1884-1976).

They lived in Mount Pleasant, Fenton, Stoke on Trent before moving to North Street, Stoke, later on in life.

This is my grandmother and my mum with myself, my twin brother Alan and sister Carol, the year would be around 1952 (I'm the one with the curly hair - no comment!).

My grandparents had eight children and this is a photograph of five of them. My father is seated to the right of my grandmother. Of the eight children, the child sitting on my grandmothers knee is the only one alive today. My Aunt Vera is 91 this year.

This is my dad Victor Nickisson (1919-1981) and mum Lilian Byatt (1923-2002)

Distant memories in time, but never forgotten.

You can find more information about my parents and grandparents (or others mentioned in my previous Blogs) if you click on their name links to the left of this Blog.

Worth remembering?

A piece of straight, clean string goes into a bar and orders a gin and tonic. The barman serves the drink, the string downs it and walks out. Ten minutes later a dirty, twisted, ragged piece of string walks into the bar. "Here, are you that piece of string that was here ten minutes ago?" asks the barman. "No" replies the string "I'm a frayed knot"

Distant memories as in miles is to think how much I enjoyed looking after my allotment in England. Along with my daughter Joanne and the family we looked after a large plot of land growing fruit and vegetables. I wanted to do something similar in my new garden in Australia and I have now started my own allotment, although on a much smaller scale.

I have just received these new photographs from Joanne taken in the allotment she still runs in England, looks like another good crop of vegetables this year.

It also looks as though there is plenty of help from two of  my grandchildren Joe and Izac.

Here is my 'allotment' in the garden of Tea Tree Way, not on the same scale as our England one but happy with what I have.
I have planted Beetroot, Onions, Potatoes, Chilli's, Tomatoes and two types of Lettuce.

Distant memories, but only in miles.

Worth remembering?

There were two cows in a field. One said "moo", the other one said "I was going to say that"

Distant memories in miles.

Home of Stoke City - The Britannia Stadium - Home of my Stoke City (BBQ area)

Worth remembering?
The police arrested two men, one for drinking battery acid and the other for eating fire crackers. They charged one and let the other off.

Distant memories? Time or miles? 

Remember those 'Post Boxes'

Some grand, some not so grand, distant memories - to forget?

Distant memories; Did you know?

Cinderella is now 95 years old.

After fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon her rocking chair watching the world go by from her front porch, with her cat named Bob for companionship.

One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?"

The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella, you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?"

Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was wonderful, but not much of an investor. I'm living hand to mouth on my disability payments, and I wish I were wealthy beyond comprehension."

Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid gold. Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother"

The fairy godmother replied, "It is the least I can do. What do you want for your second wish?"

Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said "I wish I were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had." At once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been dormant for years.

And then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more wish; what shall it be?"

Cinderella looks over to the frightened cat in the corner and says: "I wish for you to transform Bob, my old cat, into a kind, handsome young man." Magically, Bob suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biological make-up, that when he stood before her, he was a man so beautiful, the likes of him neither she, nor the world, had ever seen. The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations, Cinderella, enjoy your new life." And with a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone.

For a few eerie moments, Bob and Cinderella looked into each others eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man she had ever seen.

Then Bob walked over to Cinderella and held her close in his young muscular arms.

He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath,

as he whispered .........

"Bet you're sorry you had me neutered" .........

Speak to you soon