My mother kept a small picture frame on her dressing table, containing a picture of a lovely lady with two children. Our family were not Roman Catholic, so I had no way of knowing this was the Virgin and child with John the Baptist. When I asked what it was, she said it came from Auntie Rosina. This was curious as I thought I knew all my aunts – who was this? My father would grimace and mutter about “uncomfortable … Continue reading
By Lyndall Maag. Our heads, hers blonde and mine brunette, were close together as we concentrated on the computer screen barely centimetres in front of us. We moved between different websites, focusing specifically on a simple map of the Western World and plotting a journey that had irrevocably set the course for modern Australian history. “Did they come out on ‘my’ ship?” my niece almost squealed, listening intently as I explained that the Family Tree Chart on the table in … Continue reading
