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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.

Pelicans: Traces of the Past Yr 4 Number 5: Thursday’s Special

The only direct descendant of the dinosaur to survive extinction were those that could fly. Birds evolved from the dinosaur group  Theropods and are now thought to be the only living dinosaur descendants. When you eat a chicken you are … Continue reading

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The Inside my Head Tag

I was tagged by Janna at 007   for “The Inside My Head” tag – this tag is a bunch of questions that I’ve been asked & I answer them for you all. You’ll have a fun. Please do check out … Continue reading

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The biggest change: Times Past

I can remember talking to my grandmother (pre Silent Generation) about how much the world had changed in her lifetime. She was born in 1899 in the small town of Tairo in Queensland. She had seen so many changes in … Continue reading

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Skywatch Friday: 1st June 2018 Noosaville 3.37 pm – 4.57 pm

Crystal clear skies Lead to chillingly cold nights as the sun sets burnishing all in its path. A plane flies home as the birds come in to roost. Night is falling. In response to Skywatch Friday.

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Asleep on the River: Silent Sunday

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Saturation: Thursday’s Special

The ground was saturated. Puddles had formed and the ground had become a quagmire. Now, not only saturated from the rainfall it is saturated with colour. In response to Paula’s prompt

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Skywatch Friday: 25th May 2018 Noosaville am and pm

For Skywatch Friday where skies round the world can be seen

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The Work of Memoir

The first of a series of memoir post I wrote for Carrot Ranch.

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Twisted in Papua New Guinea: Weekly Photo Challenge

  Life is full of twists and turns whether it is the course water takes to the sea or finding yourself using the ablution block behind a living fence where the wire is held with a few simple twists. Not … Continue reading

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Cartons of Crystal: Friday Fictioneers

Sarah stood looking at the packing cartons. Two held kitchen ware, one a dinner service, eight were books, three office, one clothes whilst the remaining eighteen boxes were marked crystal. Why had she kept all this crystal? They never used … Continue reading

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