I have lived by the sea all of my life.
My Dad and Mum during the war. (WWII), bought a block of land looking down the road to the beautiful Indian Ocean.
I have always been able to hear the waves rolling in and landing on the beach, a part of my life, a part of my sleep.
The Sea Landscape was where my Dad and I would walk through the sand dunes, with the ocean rolling and splashing and dumping, the exhilarating ocean breezes, exploring our coastline.
Mum would send me off with an apple to munch on.
On one of our adventures, Dad and I together, we arrived home minus my two front teeth, rather two wobbly teeth that I had been dealing with!
Well hey I was six, or seven, and well, I could’ve actually swallowed them, as I enjoyed my apple! Or did they just drop out as I travelled the beaches!? Goodness knows, but…
I was very concerned in case the tooth fairy wouldn’t find them, actually wouldn’t have the stamina to go anywhere near, where they could possibly be found!
But, thank goodness the tooth fairy did still appear and left me some loot!
A lot of money way back then! Two’ thrupenny bits’. I guess this equates to a sixpence! Mmm… a lot of sweets to be bought at the corner store with this cash bonus.
Mum and Dad were continually renovating, growing, their initial home. They built a patio on top of a beautiful limestone garage and there we had many amazing times throughout the years of our childhoods, where we sat outside as a family, or as a party of guests, especially during the warm hot months of summer, sitting looking out at this amazing Indian Ocean, listening to the roar of the waves rolling and thumping into the sand, receding and landing again and again, the magic sound of water and sea, .enjoying delicious food, wonderful cups of tea, laughter, games, chasing each other around the street, always with the sound and view of the sea, as our backdrop.
My Mum’s best friend from school, married a keeper of the vines, and had a splendid vineyard in our Swan Valley, so frequently they would arrive, especially in our summers, to enjoy a day at the beach. Their wonderful old truck would arrive, loaded with children and lots and lots of grapes and rockmelon! An absolute feast of fruit!
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Then exhausted; bed , still to the sound of the sea and the feel of the beautiful late sea breezes, we always called:
’the Fremantle Doctor ‘
Continuing Family Memories.
Hold tight to Good Memories and Let Them Grow and Envelope you in Calmness and Feelings of, yes, all can be Okay in this, my world.