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Memories Shared by Leonie
10/27/04
I will tell you of my first memories, as that is always a good place to start. I don't know which comes first, chronologically, but these are genuine.
We lived in Kiama, my Dad, my Mum, Jim, David and I. I thought we were happy, but Mum left Dad because she couldn't abide his ways, and I found out as an adult just how difficult he was to be around. But that's another, unhappier story which I won't bore anyone with here.
Kiama is a lovely little town on the South coast of New South Wales, Australia. It is famous for its blowhole, a furious jet of seawater that spurts up as the ocean rushes in. Kiama is green and temperate in climate. One time, when I was in my mid-twenties, I visited there (I had not done so in years) and the locals had painted the Town Hall pink! Why, I don't know. Ecch! It wasn't even a nice pink.
Anyway, I remember sitting on Jellybean, our old mare. Mum told me about how Jellybean hated exercise. She was a lazy horse. Mum would have to exercise her daily and used to do so by first catching her, which was a job in itself, because Jellybean knew what was in store and didn't want to have a bar of it, and then ride her downhill towards the township.
Apparently, Jellybean was very, very slow going down the hill, but turning around for the return journey at the bottom of the hill, the way Mum told it, Jellybean could've beaten any racehorse alive or dead. She just wanted to be back in the quiet of her paddock.
My second memory is of sitting in the shallow water at the beach as a toddler. I can smell the beach still and feel the delightful coldness of the foamy waves as they rushed around me.
My third and fondest memory is of one night when my brother David was left in charge of me (kidsitting, I call it) and we had a delightful time where he ran around the outside of the house in what seemed to me to be pitch black, calling out something, and scaring me happily each time.
I also remember dancing to the ABC television news theme. When I revisited Dad as a seven-year-old, he reminded me of this, and I demurred to repeat it, being far too self-conscious and embarrassed.
Hope this gets things off to a good start.
Dominus tecum
Leonie
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