~~~It's time for Tuesday Tales~~~
We're having a picture prompt this week and whichever way I turned, I wasn't able to fit it into my baseball story, so I give that story a break this week.
The story today is another one close to my heart. I thought I had posted a little teaser before, but I cannot find the link. My apologies!
This is roughly the second paragraph in the story of Sadie who's found her Grandmother's diary shortly after her mother's passing - and so begins her journey, not also back in time, but also to a different continent.
Enjoy - and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to click the link below to go back to the main Tuesday Tale site for more stories by very talented authors.
Anyway, my name is Sadie. Yes, please spare me the old John
Farnham tune, I’ve had it most of my life. Oh, don’t get me wrong, nothing bad
about John Farnham, after all, he’s “The Voice”, right? But the Sadie comment
does get a bit tiring!
Sadly, mum died a few weeks back and now I’m stuck on this
massive airplane en route to Frankfurt with Grandma’s diary in my bag. It’s kind of weird snooping in
Grandma’s deepest thoughts and feelings, but in a way it’s fascinating going
back in history. But not only going back in history, but also to a different
continent. See, Mum was born in Germany, but left in her twenties and came to
Australia. Quite a journey those days, and she’d told me a lot about it. Kind
of scary actually to just leave everything behind. I mean, after all there was
no internet or the chance to quickly call home to say Hey everyone I’ve arrived and settled in this super tiny town of Beauty
Creek. No, those days you had to write the old fashioned letters and wait a
couple of months for a reply.
Yes, Beauty Creek in Tasmania is the place I was born and
grew up. The name says it all, beautiful scenery along a small creek. And mum
always said it very much reminded her of her home in Germany. The forest there is full
of deciduous trees with their leaves falling in autumn in herald of the coming
winter. I loved walking along the path through the forest with mum, gazing at the leaves above
which had changed their colour from green to a burning red or dying yellow, or
down on the ground, crackling under our feet. However, the creepiest part was,
when mum tried to make the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.
I really miss her.
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Lovely musings by a daughter on a journey. I'm sucked in and want to know what's in grandma's diary. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jean. I'm hoping to write more, once I'm "finished" with Oliver ;-)
DeleteLove the way you worked the picture into this scene.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful little memory. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah!
DeleteA vivid snippet with lots of info in there :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry!
DeleteLovely post, and I enjoyed this line..."The forest there is full of deciduous trees with their leaves falling in autumn in herald of the coming winter."
ReplyDeleteThanks Davee. Glad you liked it!
DeleteBeautiful. I loved it. A nice scene that goes with the picture prompt, makes me feel sad for the loss of her mother, yet has me curious about Grandmothers diary. I want to read more.
ReplyDeletethank you so much for stopping by. I'm glad you liked the litte teaser.
DeleteNice description. I had to look up the song you were talking about. Sadie the Cleaning Lady well I was expecting something else :)
ReplyDeleteYou're a champ, Stafan for looking up the song. it's a 60s song by John Farnham, one of the biggest, if not THE biggest singer/entertainer here in Australia.
Delete"The Cleaning Lady" .... no wonder, Sadie doesn't want to be associated with the song ;-)