Tag Archives: Memory

Pitch to the Publisher

Here is what I think I will say in my verbal pitch to the publisher. If you heard this pitch would you be tempted to look at the manuscript further? All comments appreciated. Hallo I am Irene Waters. I am … Continue reading

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Finally a dog: Trog and other Animals

I held my parents responsible for my forced move to the city. I made their life hell and the only way I would settle to Sydney living was if they would allow me to have a dog. The answer was … Continue reading

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Trog and other Animals

Trog was wild:  but she comes a bit later. This is the first in a series about the animals in my life. It will be in a new category of its own called Trog and other animals. I was always … Continue reading

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Memoir

“In our memories we meet ourselves” Elizabeth Jolley Learning to Dance

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Our 1961 camping trip to North Queensland.

In the last summer, the one before I started to feel nauseated when I wiped up, we had gone on a camping trip to North Queensland. My mum hated camping and I had heard stories of when they used to … Continue reading

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The Kitchen

Kitchens and I just don’t mix. I hate cooking. I hate touching food. I love eating food. I think that I probably picked this up from my mother who saw cooking as a chore. Coming home tired after a hard … Continue reading

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The Lounge Room

The loungeroom was the second room off the hallway that led from the front door. The entry into it was via a space the size of double doors except that there were no doors attached. Travelling around the room, the piano … Continue reading

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The Toilet

In case you have only recently looked at my blog and you don’t know what I am doing I think, that for this post, I should give some background information. As a memoir writer I am trying some experimentation by … Continue reading

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My Father’s study

Situated to the right of the front door was my Father’s study. People could come and go into his study, for consultation with Dad, without disturbing the rest of the family. My Father was a minister and in a small country town … Continue reading

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Change in a lifetime

  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 … Continue reading

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