Last week Kate and I were talking on the phone about books. She is a voracious reader as I was, and I used to love buying her books and tried to get some of ones that I loved when I was a child. Ethel Turner was a well known author who wrote the classic "Seven Little Australians" which was made into a mini series. Another of her books, "Miss Bobbie" was one of my favourite books and when we lived in Gunnedah I bought an old second hand copy of it for Katy. She read it and enjoyed it, and for some reason I kept it, probably because it was such an old copy. It has a book plate inside the cover saying that it was a prize for a girl named Margaret at a country Sunday school in 1949. Kate and I wondered who she was and what ever happened to her and I got the bright idea of trying to find her and return it to her. We two have so many bright ideas during our late night talks. ;) So I googled the surname and found a family website and emailed the owner. She got back to me and said she thought she knew who it may be and today I got another email saying she had found the owner and she lives in Gunnedah. I had forgotten where I got the book from but when I realised she lived there I remembered buying it. Margaret remembered the book very well and didn't know why she had been parted from it but is really pleased I tracked her down and would love to have the book back. So sixty two years after receiving it as a prize, Margaret and her family will have it back. I'm so glad I took the time to do it, it seems trivial but it's good to have a nice story sometimes. And I have a feeling that the story hasn't ended yet.
I bought myself a little hair straightener today, I never thought I would succumb but my frizzy freaking hair is driving me nuts in this weather. I quite like what it does, (ie straighten hair), don't know why I didn't think of it before.
I'm still feeling really good re the menopause crap. I have no symptoms, no teariness or irritability (unless it's Phill) and am even not letting Emily get to me so much. She made herself sick tonight because she was trying to pick a fight and I wasn't playing. I was on the phone to Mum and heard her throwing up in the toilet, but it sounded very forced to me. I went in later and gave her a wet cloth with some essential oils on it for her forehead and all is quiet in there now and I think she's asleep. I'd go and check on her but the room is so trashed again I can't find a path from the door to her bed. I probably will anyway.
Ah, a night in bed on my own tonight, sans snoring.
5 comments:
look at you! I would never have thought to go tracking down a book's owner. Such a lovely idea. And I do love the slowcooker, ours was a wedding present from a working mom and wasn't she brilliant to get it for me? We use it all the time, especially for soups & stews in the winter.
Long ago I had the opportunity to find the owner of a suitcase that hubby found on the highway. New bride on her honeymoon and her luggage came off the top of her car.
Another was an old highschool ring.
Yes....it FEELS GOOD to go above and beyond to locate someone.
I'm excited for you and your Sydney trip :0)
Don't anyone DARE RAIN on Trishs' Parade. I can feel your excitement from across the ocean.
Connect with your family and come away rejuvinated and strong enough to jump the hurdles my/f.
Life is GOOD! I shit you not!
(((hugs)))Pat
I think that is wonderful what you did for Margaret..your a good soul..Goddess bless you.
Awe sweetie that was such a sweet thing to do, you are a blessing to that woman! I hope you have a good time with your daughter and grandbaby, your sisters too! Enjoy, relax and breathe! (hugging you). Have a safe trip, and many blessings! Natalie
I am in awe of your perseverance ... and so glad you found the book's owner
Post a Comment