The Old Toilet & Creamy Lemon Cheesecake

Mothers reach out in love

My very
Own mother
There
Here
Everywhere
Reaching out her arms in love. 

Robyn

This month's 'Blog Theme' revolves around mothers, 

with it being Mother's Day month in Australia 

(in some countries it falls in a different month), 

I don't necessarily mean the women who have given birth or who have adopted children - 

but also those aunties, big sisters, friends and community members who take a younger person under their wing to nurture and love them as a mother would do.  

Thank you to all of those 'MOTHERS'!

Nothing could ever replace the mothers of this world.

A robot would never do!

                                                                       robyn

Memoirs from my mother  Brenda talks about her past

An old Ausie clothes-line held up by two posts,
with the line propped up by sticks in the middle. 

In Maffra, we had a huge back yard, it was a long yard.  There was the clothes line, then there was a gate to go through into the fenced orchard. We'd follow a path past the clothes line and through the gate, right up to the far back fence, and that is where the chook yard and the lavatory  were. The lavatory building was made of wood, and there were some notch-holes in the weatherboard.  There was one peep hole - a notch hole - which we could see through, all the way down to the house. We could see if someone else was coming to the lavatory!  We had to make sure that Grandad Jeffries wasn't  coming, because he would be in a hurry! I don't know how he managed to get to the lavatory on time with it being such a distance, but he made it every time!  However, we had to get out before he got there!

A "dunny" in the back yard,
outside Patti's house, my friend in Crows Nest.

Squares of newspaper were tied up on a piece of string. We didn't have soft toilet paper then.

The lavatory man, or the dunny man as we called him, only came once a week.  Pop (my dad) used to dig a big hole in the garden and put "it" in there as we used to fill up the lavatory can quickly with a big family. That was life, and you had to do it!

Later we lived in a more modern house. In that house, we would go out the back door, down some steps through Nana's fernery which was 5 or 6 metres long, and the lavatory was at the end of that. We could see if people were coming towards this lavatory as well.  There were spiders in there, and you had to hope they didn't bite you when you sat down.

When we got a lavatory inside, we didn't know ourselves then!

Brenda's 1960s Scrap Book
When my mum moved home a couple of years ago, I inherited her "useful scrap book". This month, I will include snippets from this well used book!










I am happy that in my life I have progressed 

from newspaper squares to soft Kneenex toilet paper!

from Robyn

painting of robin by Brenda