© irene waters 2014
(5 photos) The dinosaur first appeared in the triassic period 231 million years ago and became the predominate creature roaming the earth during the Jurassic period. A mass extinction event occurred causing their extinction around 66 million years ago. They are gone but not forgotten. My nephew at four could recount a lot of the dinosaur names and facts about the period they lived. I was impressed. I could probably have said maybe ten of the three thousand four hundred that existed but his knowledge was far superior.
© irene waters 2014
Another time that is gone but not forgotten are my bike riding days. These were in my rebellious period, which is probably best forgotten. My faithful Suzuki 550 took me to many parts of Australia giving me a perspective I wouldn’t have had from the comfort of a car.
© irene waters 2014
© irene waters 2014
Also gone but not forgotten are my days as an alternate lifestyle fanatic. My aim was to be self sufficient in vegetables, eggs and chickens although it really never happened I spent a good ten years in the effort to make it happen. The dog, Mungo, is also gone but never forgotten. He was a real character as he did his rounds, checking that all his family which included the pig, the chickens, the cows and donkeys were all safe and well.
© irene waters 2014
Gone and not forgotten and thought of often is my Dad – a man with a great sense of humour and joy of life. Also gone is Peggy a woman my mother went to school with and a close family friend. The sandstone house behind is also gone but not forgotten. My Great-grandfather built this house between 1899 -1901. It was the family home after they emigrated to Australia so that my Great-grandfather could take up his role as a missionary in the Rocks in the city of Sydney. Gone from the family about 100 years later when it was sold after my father died. A home that will not be forgotten (at least by my brother and I.)
This is in response to the weekly photo challenge prompt.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Our memories are always with us:) We just go back to those days.
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Yes we are lucky we have our memories and can slip in and out of the past at will.
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What a beautiful photo of you Irene, and such a touching post. I love reading about your earlier years, and you go girl, a biker chick! Love it 🙂 What fascinating adventures you have had along the way, reminds me of all the plans we made when younger and although doing our best to make them work, somehow the reality never quite matched our expectations 🙄 A post filled with evocative memories of all the people, pets, and homes we have loved and lost, but never forgotten. And again, I find it no small coincidence that my great-grandfather also took his family to Australia in his capacity as a Baptist Minister. My grandmother often used to talk of her seven years spent living there. Small world isn’t it my friend?
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Isn’t that funny. If he had stayed longer than his seven years you may have been an Aussie and who knows – we may have been school mates. Such a short degree of separation between our lives and between many others. It is funny when I do a post like this I can see the changes in my direction with each life direction taken and all the people and pets and places we have lived along the way. How many left to go I wonder. 🙂
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It really is isn’t it, such a small degree of separation. I am quite amazed by it. All the ‘what ifs’ and the people we might have met but didn’t, but then as you say, all the people we went on to meet instead and the many different paths we’ve walked along…and let’s hope there are still many more left to go my friend, many more 🙂 ❤
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And who knows – our paths may yet cross. ❤
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What a nice piece, Irene. I really liked it and found out lots of interesting things about your life. Thanks for the share!
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Thanks Noelle. This was an interesting exercise as I said to Sherri in that it really mapped out psychological shifts in my life. Glad you found it interesting. 🙂
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A lovely bit of nostalgia touched with sadness, Irene. Thanks for sharing this.
janet
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Thanks Janet. Yes a touch of sadness for those loved that are gone but they are never truly gone as they live on in memories. Thanks for commenting.
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Great stories and photos. 😀
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Thanks Raewyn. 🙂
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You have had such an interesting life, Irene !!! – and the actual book …?
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M-R I have to pull my finger out with the book. I just can’t seem to push myself that last little step. This morning in the shower I rewrote the first chapter. I will not be happy til I actually do it.
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No water restrictions on the Coast, then … 😉
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LOL Our water bills are horrendous. It’s my one luxury and quality thinking time.
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If you can manage ’em, why on earth not ?!
Living in this flat block, one puts up with water pressure that comes and goes, you know ?!
:-\
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I think that is why I enjoy it so much here, coming from low pressure to have full force is a joy. And these days who knows how long it may last – enjoy it while you can is my motto. 🙂
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It should be everybody’s – about eveything !
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Beginning with dinosaurs, lifestyles, lives and home. Beautifully connected.
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Thanks Charli.
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Love the photos and the stories that go along with them. Thanks for sharing these.
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Thanks Sarah. It is interesting how this challenge in particular put a few things in perspective.
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