Wednesday, 19 November 2014



(c) M. Catsoulis 1981

So many memories over so many years
yet there will never be enough
for you are my very being, my heart and soul
for it was your love that created me. 
You gave me life and love and purpose
you taught me about caring
about love of family and friends.
You believed in me and taught me to believe in myself
When I was hesitant, you encouraged me
When I was scared, you protected me
When I was sad, you comforted me.
I have that comfort always, within my heart
and in my very soul, for I will always love you.
I can say we will meet again
but I cannot say goodbye.

(c) Crissouli Nov. 20, 2014

Monday, 10 November 2014



Each night, she waits and watches
as the stars do light the sky
she cannot help but wonder
if he'll be home, 'bye and 'bye..
'tis morn and chores take over
as she dresses her small child
"Where's my Daddy, where's my Daddy?"
her daughter once again, had cried.

"Today we'll lay some flowers
right here by our front door
so that when your Daddy sees them
he'll know he's home once more."
They gathered all the daisies
and a bright red poppy too
and as they laid them on the step,
they heard a soft 'yoohoo'...

The child was so excited
as she ran to grab the mail.
She didn't see her mother's face
as she stumbled and turned pale.
For she'd never seen a telegram
and was completely unaware
that the news within was shattering
more than anyone should bear.

They found them in the morning
still sitting near the door
half covered in the daisies
as they wait for ever more.

 (c) Crissouli November 10, 2014

 In memory of all the daddies and mummies 
who never made it home. 

May they Rest in Eternal Peace.

Saturday, 25 October 2014


(c) Crissouli September 12, 2014


Years ago, when I was small, 
how I longed to hear it all
All the tales of long ago...well, 
10 or 15 years or so....
For those times, then, I could not conceive, 
what a memory you had, hard to believe...
For, in my young world, times were far away, 
if they had happened before yesterday!

But now, with grandchildren of my own, 
both babes of mine have long since grown -
I tell them tales of long ago, 
just a mere sixty years or so.
I tell them tales of what our family did, 
way back then, when I was just a kid
Of living beside a great big lake, 
with fish and crabs that we could take....

Tales of climbing high up in a tree, 
to read, or sometimes, just to see
To watch the people of our town, 
Mrs. Mackenzie, maybe Mrs. Brown.
Under the tankstand - a land of dreams, 
with a dressup box, clothes worn to the seams...
The violets, dahlias, nasturtiums, that our Mum grew... 
piles of wood, mostly chopped by you....

When they are older, there'll be lots more to share, 
of a family always taught to care
of how friends and family are all that matter, 
how there's nothing wrong with a darn good chatter
They'll learn of all we love, both near and far; 
how, in a loving family, there's no shining star.
Rather, they'll have learnt, from their Great Grandad, 
what a wonderful life there is to be had...

For you've set an example, we're proud to follow; 
a promise made will never be hollow...
They'll learn about honesty, about being kind; 
they'll always help others, and never mind.
For this is what you have taught all of us, 
just get on with life, no need to fuss...
Work hard to make your dreams come true...
for if it is to be, it is up to you.

Dad, my pride in you is there for all to see, 
we had a special relationship, you and me
I remember trying, as hard as I might, 
to match your long strides, and keep you in sight.
I remember your hugs, warm and strong… 
safe in your arms, nothing could go wrong.
But what matters most is you did always care
and that for all of us, you were always there.

 With much love and gratitude,


©crissouli October 2014

Friday, 24 October 2014


The Blue Candle

Just a simple candle to remember
The times we used to have
Though we cannot touch your arm
We still can touch your heart
As you still touch ours.

Vince (Vincent) Catsoulis

Vince (Vincent) Catsoulis was born in Aberdeen, NSW on 12 Sep 1923. He was the 10th child of Theodore Haralambos Catsoulis and Chrisanthe Coroneo, both Kytherians from Potamos. Theo came to Australia on 21 November, 1904, followed by Chrisanthe,  a few years later. It must have been very hard for them to be separated as they had married in Potamos in April of 1904. 

With his parents and siblings, Harry,  Mary , Con , Nita , George , David , Peter , and Sim they moved from Aberdeen to Urunga, in 1927. One brother, Menedimos, born between Peter and Sim, had passed way in 1921, aged just 13 months.

 (There is so much more to his story, which I will write at a later date and post the link here.)

Vince married a young lady by the name of Margaret Swadling, known to all as Peg, in 1947,
at St. Thomas's Anglican Church at Port Macquarie. They were the proud parents of three children, grandparents of five and great grandparents of two.

Vince had a life well lived, known, respected and loved, for his generosity and kindness, his willingness to help all and sundry, and his great love of family and friends. His door was always open and the teapot was always at the ready…

Vince passed away on Saturday, 18th October, 2014 at Regis Anchorage Aged Care Home at Salisbury, Brisbane, Queensland, surrounded by his loving family. His funeral service was held at the Greek Orthodox Church of St. George, Edmonstone Street, South Brisbane on Wednesday 22nd October, 2014. He rests with his beloved wife, Peg, at Mt. Gravatt Lawn Cemetery, Mains Rd, Mt. Gravatt.

Though sadly missed, he will always be fondly remembered as a loving husband, father and a darn good man.

( You can read the Blue Candle for Peg... at 

Saturday, 11 October 2014



As a blogger and writer, I often wonder whether anyone will actually read my posts other than to skim through. It is always appreciated whenever someone leaves a comment, so you can imagine how delighted I was to be among the list of bloggers nominated for a Lovely Blog Award from a blogger whose work I truly admire ... Pauleen ( Cassmob) from Family History Across the Seas

You can read Pauleen's list of nominated blogs here

While I am familiar with a number of the nominated blogs, I look forward to familiarising myself with the rest.  Thank you, Pauleen, for including me and this particular blog, in your list. 

The suggestions for passing on the award, if you wish to do so, are as follows... 

  • Thank the person who nominated you and link back to that blog.
  • Share seven things about yourself – see below.
  • Nominate 15 bloggers you admire –or as many as you can think of!.
  • Contact your bloggers to let them know you’ve tagged them for the One Lovely Blog Award...

It’s not the easiest thing to do to write seven things about yourself and what I love… but, here goes…in my own way…seven lines.


 A love of books is in my blood, for writing and words form my soul..

to reach out to people, and share in their dreams, I’ve made my lifetime goal…

I love the raindrops on my face and the clear blue skies of spring…

and rainbows with promises of elusive dreams and children who laugh and sing.

I’ve a passion for fabrics and needles and thread... and flowers that dance in the breeze.

I’m also intrigued by those who have passed, just wish I could find them with ease!

So here’s my offer to you, a glimpse of my life, it’s simply a minuscule tease…

                                                © Crissouli October 12, 2014

Many of the bloggers I admire have already been nominated, so while you may know some on my list, I hope to also be able to introduce you to some new blogs and bloggers... I would like to have nominated many more, but you can see others on Blogs I Like...

Thank you to all who put so much effort into their work... and bring such pleasure, as well as educating us.. you all deserve the One Lovely Blog Award...

AncestorChasing      Kerryn

A Rebel Hand          Frances

As I Roved Out        MairĂ©ad

Becoming Prue        Prue

Clare County Library Blog   Clare County Library 

garden delights        Arija

Heritage Scrapbook  Michelle     Martine

Pastlinks   Katrina

Friday, 12 September 2014


'TIS TIME........

Fare Thee Well, Winter... bringer of cold
Welcome Springtime, with colours so bold...
Take thy harsh breath, hide far away...
Let our poor toes defrost, no more shivers I say!
Let us fold up our doonas, our scarves and our socks
No heavy coats, just light summer frocks..
No fires on hearth, no mists on the fields
Just sighs of delight, with fruit's summer yields..
Till the heat is oppressive, and we are soaked through
Then maybe, just maybe, we'll think of you!

(c) Crissouli Aug 31, 2014

Roses: Old Design Shop Free Clip Art

Monday, 25 August 2014



The rhythm was even, and gentle,
to and fro, to and fro…
For so many years he dreamed,
whiling away the hours
as he rocked the memories
gently in his mind.
It was all so quiet now,
not like before, so many years ago.

Then, he'd often thought
that the noise was making tunnels in his mind.
It was then that he'd wished
for silence. Not now.
He was at peace with himself
and with the world
but still, he couldn't help recalling
the sounds of times gone past.

At one time, his verandah
reverberated with the hoops
of fierce Red Indians
fighting for their lives. 
Wild battles with Custer's men
threatened to rock the very foundations
of his existence..
but gentle little nurses waited nearby.

Nothing was left unnoticed,
or unloved. The pots of palms
became jungles, hiding wild animals..
A discarded light shade
shielded a great white hunter
from the steamy glare
of the jungles of imagination.
Such times they were!

Only the cream of local society
was invited to the tea parties.
Gingerbread men, wearing garbs
of peppermint icing, nestled cosily
alongside pink frosted patty cakes,
proudly crowned with a glistening red cherry.
Tiny white china cups held promises
of cool, sticky lemonade.

To and fro, to and fro, he rocked..
crumbs of memories
scattered in his dreams.
The gate squeaked, a whoop, a cry!
A laughing cluster of children
tumbled up the path.
"Grandad, it's us..
we've come to stay!"

Crissouli (c) 2011

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