AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)


Monday, October 3, 2011

Childhood Memories

This set of little angels used to live on the top of my aunt's bookshelf.
Whenever I visited her home on weekends, as a child, I used to love seeing them there.
They were especially magical at night because she would light a candle near them!
I used to love their shadow shapes cast on the wall.
Not long before my aunt died, she gave them to me.
I still treasure her angels.

Monday Feature prompt ~ Childhood Memories

Tiny sweet angels
Memories of happiness
Child's view of heaven

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Mormor said...

I can understand that you treasure them.

Have a wonderful monday

Mariane said...

Oh they are so lovely - I remember have seen them at my grandmothers house (grandmother at my fathers side) - I understand you feel the siatuaion when you are looking at them. They are all very beautiful :)

Monica o Jacob said...

Lovely little angels;-)
Have a nice day;-)))

REJEN said...

Lovely angels...;d

Anonymous said...

They are so sweet and a precious memory.

4U2! said...

Can understand that they evoke many memories .

Inge said...

nice memories.. :-)

Suz said...

I have a collection of these myself...they are so appealing to me because I too associate THEM WITH A LOVED ONE

Mama Zen said...

What a lovely memory!

Lena o Tommy said...

So nice!

Tigerbrite said...

Lovely pictures.
I have nominated you for the Versatile Blogger award. Hope you enjoy.



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