As many of you will already know, each weekend my father - who is 88 - and I go on an expedition of sorts somewhere in our city. I pack a thermos and two collapsible chairs and some biscuits and we are off!
Last Saturday we went to Sydney Park which is in the inner-city suburb of St Peters, a small working class suburb very close to where my father married my mother in 1944.
We spent 2 hours sitting with the sun on our backs, sipping coffee and chatting with everyone who walked past us: whether walking themselves, their dogs, playing with toy planes or pushing a bike. It was a most enjoyable morning. These photos show one reason why. There will be more to come over the next couple of days.
The grin on Dad's face was to die for ... he even sang me three songs: There is a Green Hill Far Away, The Grand old Duke of York, and a recruitment tune for the army!!
Sydney Park, the old Bee-hive kilns, St Peters |
14 comments:
Julie, Julie, Julie, these are priceless.
Much joy here, both in the text and in the photos!
Wonderful shots with action and smiles beautifully captured. The simple joy has taken me on a ride down that slide with them.
How wonderful it is that you're able to get out and about with your father!
The pictures are great and yes, they do resurrect childhood memories!
You and your father are so blessed to have these times together! I would love to be able to do that with either of my parents, but they have both passed away. You are making some wonderful memories!
You cracked it with that first one. The expressions on their faces is priceless.
Makes me want to leave the office and go home to my kids!
The photos are great, but the time with your father (and your description of it) is priceless. He sounds like a wonderful man.
It makes me smile just seeing their photos
Great images! I believe the most valuable thing we can give our beloved ones is time.
Precious times indeed. How's the research going!
Research is progressing ... more on your blog.
i smile too
God, now I remember. Sliding was fun.
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