Change in a lifetime

I look back for throwback Thursday to a post written in September 2013. I wonder if these recent events or the aftermath of these which hasn’t yet occurred would have appeared in my post if I was writing it today…….

Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist's avatarReflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist)

1976.4 Sammy and Aunt Annie1968.12 Uncle John and Aunt Annie

How alone you are without friends. This was the situation for my Great-Aunt and then my maternal Grandmother: they had become so old that they were the last of their line. I fear it will soon be the case for my mother also. It’s all well and good to have your children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews but how can they replace your friends and relatives of the same generation as yourself. You can’t indulge in a trip down memory lane with people who weren’t around at the time.

I know my Great Aunt felt it keenly. She enjoyed our company but we really didn’t compensate. She would tell us events of her past but could never say “do you remember where you were when the WWI was declared?” No-one to reminisce with, about when she received the notification telegram that her husband was killed in the war, or that she had fallen in…

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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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  1. Many people love to say they would love to live to a ripe old age, say past 100 years. But how many of our friends will be joining us for an impromptu lunch? My husband’s aunt at 97 bemoans the fact that her friends were all gone. When I mentioned the many younger friends she had, she pointed out the lack of history she shared with them. All of my husband’s friends have passed, and though we have many young friends, he feels the lack. His sister is 90 and other than me there is no one who remembers . I still have a few women friends from my youth, and a few others formed thru the years, but they are leaving one by one. It is an interesting time of life.

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