I am so pleased I began this blog. Even though I ditched it and went to my FaceBook page “Travelling with the Hopes”, I still have a wonderful recording of my travels.
One looks back on the last twelve months and feels that it has gone so quickly, but then again, so much has happened that it seems to have gone on forever!
They have been wonderful months, but heart-wrenching too. We have tragically lost family members and friends, I have lost Aunties and Uncles and I have seen another beautiful Aunty succumb to that wretched disease of Alzheimer’s and I have watched loved ones decline in health. This is what we call life!
If only I could go back in time by a couple of decades! Would I do anything different? Hmm! Maybe! I know I would spend more time visiting family and friends. I would have bought a caravan a decade ago, instead of waiting ‘for the right time’.
I don’t really have regrets, life is like a map. There are so many roads to take. If you take the wrong one you can always turn left or right. The irony is that you don’t know which is the right direction until you have gone down that path! I guess that is ‘fate’ and if we don’t take risks we will stagnate!
So, I have started a new beginning here in Tasmania. I feel as though I am meant to be here.
Every time I go into Launceston I ‘ooh & ah’ at all the beautiful buildings that grace the footpaths of the city, and the parks are just picturesque! City Park has its own troop of monkies…..yes, right in the heart of the city! Gracing the street of City Park is the glorious building – Albert Hall.
I never tire of the view of Custom House as I drive over the bridge approaching Launceston CBD. Built in 1885 on the North Esk River it’s elegant protico and Corinthian colums boast the beauty of the precision of architeture of the 19th century.
More photographs to follow in the coming weeks of the preserved buildings of Tasmania.
Our nomadic life was a great adventure that enriched our life so much. We met some wonderful people, although we may never see them again, they will be etched in our memories forever!
The beauty of Australia is never ending! The towns we visited were very welcoming, except for one, well life isn’t perfect, and we were not about to let that upset our experience.
We ventured on The Spirit of Tasmania to visit family and found that we felt very much at home on this little island.
So, almost twelve months later, here we are now Taswegian’s! The caravan has been sold, and we are once again homeowners and settled once again!
I have since signed up to the University of Tasmania (UTAS) studying for a Diploma of Family History and loving it! I have gained so much knowledge and can’t wait to unpack my mountains of family history paperwork and books, once again!.
So, from now I will be blogging about my daily/weekly happenings.
There will be a bit of family history, Tasmanian history, Town history and some ramblings of what is happening.
My last blog was written about the Loss of the Montevideo Maru.
I blogged this information hoping it would reach someone who knew Toss’ brother Eric and his family.
Well, the blog worked and I have been contacted by Eric’s daughter and will meet with her next month.
It is a shame that some people put their head in the sand and think that technology is just all too much.
What’s that saying??????? “We are never too old to learn!”
I watch my 20 month old grandson use his mothers’ ipad. So come on you old foggies, don’t let the kids walk all over you. Get your head out of the sand and have a go. It is really easier than you think and it is fun!
My next blog will be one of my brick walls.
I’m still learning, so this may be a bit boring but we all have to start somewhere.