Dad – You Were Loved

My darling Dad would have been 95 today.  He passed away in the middle of 2006, a year after we moved to the Gold Coast.  In fact the last time I saw him was on his 85th birthday just before we moved here.

This photo was taken on Dad's 85th birthday.  He was pretty happy with his port and chocolate

This photo was taken on Dad’s 85th birthday. He was pretty happy with his port and chocolate.

My Dad was a gentleman through and through and all though he had his demons, he was also a gentle soul.  He had a tough upbringing, which he didn’t talk about very much.  His father was an abusive man and left Dad and his brothers and sisters when Dad was still quite young, not long after the death of one of Dad’s older brothers.  Diabetes was blamed but Dad always thought a beating his brother had received from his father 3 days before hand was the cause.  I guess there were no Coroners inquiries in 1925.

He spent his entire working life as a farmer, firstly in the foothills of the Snowy Mountains region of NSW and later on a small farm on the Central Tablelands of NSW.  This farm was a ‘Soldier Settlers Block’ granted to him and my Mum, as Dad had served in World War II.  Although it was only small by some standards (just over 1300 acres) it was very well run and he was very proud of his achievements.  I don’t remember seeing my Dad ride a horse, although he could.  He preferred to walk everywhere.

He would always walk around the ewes and lambs every morning and take his shotgun with him in case he saw a fox.  He hated foxes for the way they would senselessly kill half a dozen new born lambs in one night.  I remember him coming home one morning very pleased with himself, as he had shot 3 foxes in the space of 10 minutes.  He would peg their skins out on the floor of the shearing shed until they dried out and then sell them.  You could get $35 a skin back in the ’70’s which was a lot of money. It helped supplement a sometimes meager income.

I love this old photo of Dad.  It's everything I loved about him.

I love this old photo of Dad. It’s everything I loved about him.

Retiring in 1979 following a massive heart attack he took up tennis and played twice a week up until he could no longer see well. Sadly he lost most of his eyesight to an eye disease called Glaucoma, something that he found endlessly frustrating.

The thing that he had the most difficulty dealing with was the distance between his daughters – not physical distance, emotional distance.  My oldest sister and I had not been close for many years and Dad found this very difficult to deal with.  She also did not get on with my middle sister and he would often say, ‘I wish you girls could all just be friends.’  Even at his funeral we were not united and still aren’t today.

One thing I hope he did know was that he was well loved by all of us in our individual ways.  I am glad that he was able to see the addition of two grandchildren and a great grandchild in the last few years of his life.  I am fortunate that Miss M and Master B were able to know him and I will never forget his pride when they were both born.  I remember him asking me to take Miss M out on the balcony of the hospital where the light was better so he could see her more clearly.  He took his glasses off and peered into her little face and we both cried.  From then on they shared a special bond as this cheeky photo from his 80th birthday party shows.

Miss M loved her Poppy and he loved her!

Miss M loved her Poppy and he loved her!

The night after he passed away I dreamt that he was holding my hand.  I could feel the shape and texture of it as well as the rough, bristly hair that grew on the back of his knuckles.  I woke up crying, but felt at peace, knowing that he had paid me one last visit.

Nine years on, I still think of him often and wish he could see how happy I am and what fine young adults his grandchildren are growing into.  But mostly I just think of how much I loved him.

Dad greeting me as I got out of the car on my wedding day.

Dad greeting me as I got out of the car on my wedding day.


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Alzheimer’s Disease – The Long Kiss Goodbye

***NOTE***   Information contained in this post about Alzheimer’s Disease was obtained from Alzheimer’s Australia.  If you know someone who may be suffering from Dementia or you are caring for someone who is and you need help, please contact the National Dementia Helpline on 1800 100 500

My mother has Alzheimer’s Disease – often referred to as the long kiss goodbye as in many cases, including my Mum’s, the brain gives up long before the rest of the body does.


Alzheimer’s Disease is the most common form of dementia, affecting up to 70% of the population with dementia.   Alzheimer’s disease damages the brain, resulting in impaired memory, thinking and behaviour.  The rate of progression of the disease varies from person to person.  There is currently no treatment and no cure for Alzheimer’s but certain drugs may alleviate co-symptoms such as depression and restlessness.


  • Lapses in memory
  • Persistent and frequent memory difficulties, especially of recent events
  • Vagueness in everyday conversation
  • Apparent loss of enthusiasm for previously enjoyed activities
  • Taking longer to do routine tasks
  • Forgetting well-known people or places
  • Inability to process questions and instructions
  • Deterioration of social skills
  • Emotional unpredictability


Looking back now I realise that Mum was always a little bit ‘vague’.  She would often repeat stories to me and when I would tell her that she had already told me something she would reply, “No I didn’t.”  Despite this she was always active.  Her and Dad played tennis 2 or 3 times a week after they retired, she was heavily involved in the CWA (Country Women’s Association) and at one time held the position of President at her local branch.  She was also a Land Cookery Competition judge, as well as being a prize winner herself. They were also able to travel a bit, going on a few bus tours around regional Australia.  And apart from some high blood pressure she enjoyed pretty good health.

When I fell pregnant with Miss M, they were living in a large-ish country town, not far from Sydney but 3 hours drive from where I lived.  I suggested on the phone one night that they think about moving to where I lived (my oldest sister lived nearby as well) and before I knew it they had put the house on the market and it sold almost instantly.

They quickly found a house to buy and within 6 weeks they had moved.  Mum seemed to settle quickly and was excited about the impending arrival of her grandchild.  She came with me when I went to buy a pram and was happily knitting a jacket.  (I will get back to that jacket later)  After having an emergency C-section with Miss M I really needed some extra help at home and would ring Mum up and ask her to come over to help.  Sometimes she would, but other times she made it sound like it was all a bit to much effort for her and this puzzled me greatly.  I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t more interested in helping and seeing her grand-daughter.

Mum and I celebrating Miss M's first birthday

Mum and I celebrating Miss M’s first birthday

Miss M was born in March and as the weather started to cool down I asked Mum if she had finished the jacket she was knitting and she said she had run out of wool to finish the front.  She showed me the jacket and the only bit that needed finishing was the bands for the buttons and button holes.  The jacket was cream and I tried to get Mum to finish the bands in some pale pink wool she had but there was no way she would do it.  This wasn’t the Mum I knew – the Mum I knew would have whipped out that pink wool and had that jacket finished in no time.  I know that jacket would still be sitting in a cupboard somewhere in her house.

After a few months my sister became concerned as well and we made an appointment to see Mum’s G.P.  He wasn’t really much help and said that it was probably just a bit of age-related dementia as Mum was in her early 70’s by this time.  About 18 months later I got a phone call to say that Mum had collapsed at her CWA meeting and been taken to hospital.  I rushed straight to emergency and was told that Mum had probably suffered a mini T.I.A (Transient Ischaemic Attack or mini stroke) She couldn’t talk properly and the side of her face had drooped but after about 2 hours had passed she was back to her normal self and saying that she had just got a bit hot.  The Doctor did however order Mum to undergo a ‘Mini Mental’ test to see if she had any impaired intellectual function and she did not perform to well, however it was still another 2 years before she was actually diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease.  Now some people when they are diagnosed with this disease have awareness that something is wrong – Mum had none.  And sadly, Dad didn’t either.

By this time I was working for an aged-care service in my local town so I knew all the right people to contact for help and advice. Trouble was by this time my sister and on were not getting on (that’s a whole other story) so everything I tried to do, she vetoed.  It was an extremely difficult time for me as all I wanted to do was put some services in place to help Mum and Dad stay in their own home as long as they could, even though I knew that they really needed to be in full-time care.  This was high-lighted even more strongly when Mum cooked lamb chops for dinner that she had possibly got out the day before and left sitting in the oven to defrost.  She ended up with food poisoning and was very ill for a couple of days.  Why didn’t Dad get sick?  He didn’t eat his dinner that night as they were having an argument and he had lost his appetite!

Mum and Dad were married for almost 60 years.

Mum and Dad were married for almost 60 years.

In late 2004 we made the decision to move to the Gold Coast – 1100 kilometres away.  It was an easy decision to make as we wanted our kids to have better opportunities education wise than we had.  I had also reached the point where I knew no matter what I tried to do for Mum and Dad that it wouldn’t work so I made the decision to let go.  After we moved in early 2005 I grieved for the loss of my Mum and Dad for about 6 months before I felt ready to move on.  Dad passed away aged 86 in the middle of 2006 -walking with Mum to get the Sunday paper as they had nearly every Sunday for the best part of 30 years.  My sister attempted to have Mum live with her after dad’s death but she spent more time in respite care and following a serious accident that my sister was involved in Mum was placed into full time care in 2007, where she remains.

The last time I saw my mother where she recognised me was 2009.  Since then she has not known who I am and is now totally incapacitated and totally dependant on the nursing staff for all her care needs.  She cannot walk or talk or communicate in any way nor perform any task such as feeding herself or toileting herself.  She is 88 years of age.

This is the last photo I have of my Mum and I together.

This is the last photo I have of my Mum and I together.


* Family can be the greatest support, but also the greatest opposition when caring for someone with Alzheimer’s Disease.  Please discuss everything openly and try to be on the same page.

* Older adults need to discuss openly and honestly with their children what they would like to happen to them in the event of an incapacitating illness.

* Carers of people with dementia need as much support as the person themselves.

* There is a strong correlation between depression and Alzheimer’s, especially if the person has a lot of regrets about the path that their life has travelled.

* If someone has no awareness of the fact they have Alzheimer’s, there is nothing you can do or say that will make them aware of that fact.

* Everyone should have an Advanced Care Directive in place.

{IMAGE CREDIT} Unknown - This sums up living with Alzheimer's so well

{IMAGE CREDIT} Unknown – This sums up living with Alzheimer’s so well.

I should also mention that our little family also lost Mr B’s mum to early-onset Alzheimer’s.  She passed away after just 3 years aged 63.


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Boys Can Cook – Pikelets

Master M turned 14 at the end of last year and for the past few months he has been showing an interest in learning to cook.  So I have been teaching him some simple recipes and he is now able to produce a couple of tasty dishes.

I think being able to cook, along with a variety of other household tasks – such as washing and ironing, are really important skills for boys to have.  These days with both men and women working long hours outside the home the responsibility of preparing meals doesn’t just fall on the woman’s shoulder.  I sometimes wonder if in years to come whether cooking something from scratch, without opening a jar or a packet will become a lost skill.  I certainly hope not.

Master M is not a fan of vegetables so I was surprised (and very proud of him) when he asked to make taco’s the other week and asked to put carrot, onion and capsicum in it.  We do have a secret weapon though – we chop it up very finely in the food processor and then add a tin of tomatoes.  It’s a great way to sneak some extra veg into those reluctant mouths.  His other favourite is Parmesan Crumbed Chicken Schnitzel – there really isn’t anything better than fresh chicken schnitzel and it can be served with veg or salad or even rice.

Today his mouth is still quite tender after getting his braces on and he asked if I could make him pikelets for afternoon tea as they would be soft and easy for him to chew.  I said I would show him how to make them as they are super easy to whip together.

Learning to cook is an important skill for boys.

Learning to cook is an important skill for boys.



This recipe only makes about 12 pikelets but it is easy to double the ingredients if you want to make more.

1 cup self-raising flour

1/4 teaspoon bi-carb soda

2 tablespoons caster sugar

3/4 cup milk

1 egg, lightly beaten

1 teaspoon butter


In a bowl mix together the dry ingredients.  Make a well in the centre and add egg.  Then gradually start to add milk stirring constantly until all ingredients are combined together.  If mixture appears a little lumpy, you can mix it with a wire whisk the break the lumps up.  If mixture is to thick you can add a little extra milk.

To cook, melt butter in a hot fry pan.  Using a large spoon add spoonfuls of mixture to the pan.  When several bubbles appear on the pikelets surface, flip over and cook on the other side.

Serve whilst hot with butter and jam, honey or maple syrup.  Remaining pikelets will keep in an air tight container for 1 to 2 days.  DOWNLOAD AND PRINT

Pikelets are a quick and easy snack to make.

Pikelets are a quick and easy snack to make.

These ones were very yummy too!

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