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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 12, Number 3, September 2018

Amelia Fielden
Canberra, ACT, Australia

Watching the Waves

Even back then they must have been dear. We never had cherries in the rented suburban cottage where I lived with mum and dad. Only at my grandparents' place, and only once a year, at Christmas.

We feasted on roast turkey and ham, followed by slabs of traditional pudding with threepenny bits in it. Then dishes of nuts, glacé fruits, mixed lollies, and a big cut-glass bowl of black cherries appeared. No-one was hungry by then. . . .

On Boxing Day we relaxed. One year, I remember, most of the family went off to South Head, to watch the start of the annual Sydney to Hobart yacht race. Grandma and I chose to stay home.

For lunch we had the Christmas leftovers. Overlooking Coogee Beach, in the small dining room that doubled as my holiday bedroom, we sat and sat, talked and nibbled, talked and nibbled.

my grandmother and I
her favourite bowl
of her favourite fruit



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