Friday, 24 October 2014

THE BLUE CANDLE for DAD






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 
http://thebackfenceofgenealogy-crissouli.blogspot.com.au/2012/12/the-blue-candle.html)




Saturday, 11 October 2014

LOVELY BLOG AWARD 2014


LOVELY BLOG AWARD  


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.



SEVEN LINES OF ME

 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



martinebrennan.com     Martine

Pastlinks   Katrina







Friday, 12 September 2014

'TIS TIME...



'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










Image:
Roses: Old Design Shop Free Clip Art











Monday, 25 August 2014

RECOLLECTIONS






RECOLLECTIONS

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


image from the British Library collection
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SECOND BLOGIVERSARY





WORDS
Words, words, wonderful words
Where will they take me now?
We sauntered along, my words and I
sometimes I've wondered how...
They swell within, with a mind of their own
just bubbling along at will...
the thoughts, the feelings, the need to express..
how I wish, sometimes, they'd be still.
They mirror my life, the heart of my soul
they take me to worlds far away
but for now they unite for just a short time
for it's my second blogiversary today!

(c) Crissouli August 2014



Thank you for your support. I hope you will continue to drop by.








       




















Thursday, 24 April 2014

SING TO ME, MOTHER...

SING TO ME, MOTHER...



Sing to me, Mother, just one more time
Sing to me of the gentle breezes
That dance among the eucalypts
Sing to me of shivery grasses - waving in the sun
I long for the smell of the bush
And clear blue skies over hot, golden sands..
How I miss the trill of magpies
The laugh of the kookaburras
Even the dust storms, blowing in from the west.

Sing to me, Mother, of the gentle rains
The smell of new mown grass.
I need your gentle voice to warm me
For I am cold, and shaking
I can't get warm, I need your arms around me..
I lay here on a beach of stone
While all around me, young men fall.
It's dark still, but dawn is coming
Though not for me.
Take me home, dear Mother
I'm coming home.

(c) Crissouli April 2014

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ANZAC DAY
April 25, 1915

Monday, 10 February 2014

BRING ME NOT FLOWERS...







BRING ME NOT FLOWERS...

.....when I am gone,
for I will not know their fragrance..
Weep not at my grave
for I can not wipe away your tears.
Say no kind words for I will not hear.
Come now, hold my hand,
let me see your smile..
hear your voice and share your laughter,
for still I breathe, still I'm here.
Be not afraid of my passing,
it's just another journey
I'll not go alone
for your love will be with me
and I will be in the arms of all who have gone before.

 (c) Crissouli Feb 2013