Well it was when I thought about starting this.  Anyway last week was slightly chaotic around here. To look at the house you’d think we were moving, and all because I bought a bookcase. Quite a large bookcase. Three metres wide and two metres high in fact. In order to make room for the bookcase #2 son’s room had to be cleared out. Officially he left home several months ago but hadn’t taken all of his things with him. Consequently, boxes of bits and pieces were placed in the hallway, family room and even the main bathroom. Anyway, quite a lot has been taken to son’s house so we’re gradually clearing things out.

While I was sorting through some books I came across my old swapcard albumn from my childhood.

Swapcards were quite the thing when I was at school. Does anyone out there remember collecting them? We girls would have a great pile with an elastic band around them and would try to swap other’s favourites for ones we weren’t all that keen on. Lots of wheeling and dealing went on there. I’m sure I had a lot more but these were extra special ones that I bought. If I remember correctly, horse cards were pretty popular. I love my golden cocker spaniel ones because they remind me of my dog, Sunny. He’s been gone a long time now but he was the loveliest, most gentle dog ever. I remember my boys collecting football cards, cricket cards and to a lesser extent basketball  cards. What are the things that kids collect in this computer age? I’m not really up with it all.

Anyway I’ve waffled on enough for now but hope to blog again soon. Bye for now.



On Thursday 28th July it was nintey-seven years since World War 1 was declared; The Great War, The War to end all wars. There weren’t supposed to be any more after that. What happened? Somewhere in the world there probably has always been some sort of battle going on, and I fear there always will be. There always seems to be some head guy trying to  wrest control from another, be it country, village or even multi-million dollar business. Sadly, in the case of full-scale wars, many lives are sacrified. Thousands and thousands of men and women who travelled far and wide didn’t make it back to their homelands to live fulfilling lives, marry, raise families.

I have two adult sons, and the thought of sending them off to be potentially slaughtered fills me with dread. This is a touchy subject, I know, because even now members of our armed forces are overseas putting their lives at risk, so I will get off my soapbox  and hop back on the fence where I belong.

Several years ago I purchased the book pictured below, published by the British-Australasian Publishing Service in 1917. You may wonder what this has to do with the subject I previously mentioned. Well this book was published to highlight the national effort during The Great War. Entitled ‘The All-Australia Memorial: History Heroes and Helpers, Victorian Edition’, this publication contains numerous biographies, plus many, many photographs, maps, plans and diagrams. Apparently similar editions were published for New South Wales and South Australia. Just how many were printed I don’t know at this stage.

The All Australia Memorial: History, Heroes and Helpers

The All Australia Memorial is such an important part of our history that on one hand I am very reluctant to sell it, but it appears to be quite rare these days, and someone out there might value it even more than myself. Apart from a bit of bumping around the edges of the cover it’s in very good condition, and internally all the pages are intact. I will be listing this on my website shortly.

I’ve had a couple of enquiries about this book recently and it appears I am more attached to it than I thought. At the present time I’ve decided to keep it for my own library.