Monday 29 February 2016

Letters from home - Kraft+ Feb Challenge

Hello again Scrappy friends, lucky it's a leap year, it allows me one last day to enter the

KRAFT+ February challenge, which is all about going postal.

The postman, letters and stamps were an integral part of my childhood and younger days.

Long before most homes had a telephone on the wall, communication from our home was done by letter. I smile when I think how dependent we have become on mobile phones.

The Grandchildren can not imagine how any arrangements could be made by saying something like,

"I'll meet you at the Beehive corner at one o'clock on Friday"
"But what if they forgot Granny, or you changed your mind?"
"Well, you waited until they came and you didn't change your plans unless there was an emergency"

"Really, that's very tricky Granny, did you have to wait for hours!"

The photo is of my home in the country, North of Adelaide.
I've included the journalling here, if you're interested; it's a bit difficult to read on the layout.

Feel free to scroll on my by, if it's all a bit too much!

My first memories of letters and the postman were when I was about five years old. Still at home with Mum, I waited on this front verandah for the Postie to come on his bicycle, hoping he would stop at our house, drop some letters in the box and blow his whistle. Because I was a big girl, I was allowed to bring the letters inside to Mum. We didn’t have a telephone, so mail was the only way to communicate with friends & relatives. There was great excitement when a wedding invitation came, or news of a new baby in the family. When I left home to start Nursing training, I wrote home each week and received news from home too. To see Mother’s writing on the envelope, made my heart sing; I missed them all so much and longed to hear news of the farm. Her warm, chatty letters of everyday life, eased my intense home sickness. My letters to her described the shock of working 12 hour days, witnessing births and deaths, dealing with road accidents and having to wash a man! Later, when travelling for a year overseas, I continued to write home every week. When cleaning out Mother’s home after her death, I discovered she’d kept all those letters, so I have a potted history of my life. I hardly recognise the naive girl I was, or the world traveller I became, but my experiences and memories are preserved in my letters to Mum. Journalling 2016

The corner flourish stamp is from Tim Holtz - Soulful Journey

The stamps I found in the same drawer as all the letters my Mother saved.

Thanks for calling in to say hello.
I truly appreciate any comments you may care to leave.

Friday 26 February 2016

Wonderful You - More than Words February challenge

Hello scrappy friends, today I'm sharing a project for the More than Words February challenge.

To go to the More than words site for more details.

I used Blue Fern Ombre Dreams paper "Joyce's Dream" - love this collection.

Lots of sparkle with sequins, silver beads and a silver angel.

There is also subtle shimmer on the heart frames by Scrapmatts.
The journalling is on the back and it reads:-

We are so lucky to have your company one full day a week.
You light up our lives with your wonderful zest for life and learning.
Your agenda is always crammed full with possible activities.

"May we go to the park and the library and maybe a cafe - and oh and will we have time to bake some muffins for me to take home"? "Is it OK to have some music on, 
so you can teach me some more dancing"?

"Pleeeeasse can we do some artwork?"

"Where do you get all this stuff in your Scrap room Granny, it's nearly overflowing?"

"Your desk is very messy, have you been making something for my album?"

At four, you have clear ideas about your art and craft, with a good sense of balance, colour and design.
Your favourite colours are pink, purple and silver.

You chatter constantly, full of fun and laughter.

I hope you continue to shine brightly little one.

Don't let anyone dull your sparkle.

Thanks for calling in to say hello.
I truly appreciate any comments you may care to leave.