The more personal side of packing up the house is going through papers, albums and possessions. Tui was a memory keeper and put together albums with newspaper cuttings, labelled photos, pamphlets and other memorabilia. I take a few to bed to read- Tui's 1950's travel albums, and ones of early family life. There's much to learn and memories to stir by riffling through them. As a young woman Tui took opportunities- Girl Guide jamboree in Norway, a young people's Commonwealth education tour in Britain. I read and realise I am so like her.
Apricot preserving is interrupted by Nic's friend, Gloria, coming to get books. I end up going down the road for a coffee. She shows me her new home, we talk about living in Alex where she and her husband settled two years ago. I get garage work bench envy. I visit Aimee to drop off gardening books and spend more time with her whanau. Aimee is making pottery taking inspiration from nature. She's talented and motivated; I pass on Tui and Lionel's books to a creative, appreciative mind. The lake shore is empty, the wind is fresh, so is the water. Fluffy, billowy clouds riding high in the skies of Central, remind me of Africa.
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