Merry Christmas 2012

Merry Christmas to all
May the dear Lord keep one and all
Safe and sound in His dear loving arms
May the dear angels bring cheer
To loved ones far and near
May all your wishes came true
Yes; for me and for you!
Blessings and boundless love
Sent from heaven up above
Fill all our hearts and minds
Gifts and blessings of all kinds
For little children and for parents too
All these things I wish for you!

Summer days

Summer days are here again
The heat is scorching
The sun shines down
The temperature soars
The clouds dissipate
The intense blue sky
Is like a deep ocean
There is no relenting
The heat burns through
The air shimmers with heat
The buildings waver 
Like a desert's mirage 
Moving along the scorched earth
All creatures are still
They breathe in; the heat's stifling
Little sparrows; beaks open
Seeking a cooling breeze
Sit upon the pool's edge
The huge thermometer 
Declares it's 40 degrees C
Everything seeks 
The coolness of the pool!

The Galah Tree

The pool is clear and cooling
The air above is full of birds
The sky is filled with many wings
Beating; flapping; wheeling!
They move together like a colourful cloud
They swing about and fly up and down
Their squawking is loud and raucous
They are the rose and grey Galahs
They are pulled about by the wind
Landing in the huge Eucalypt tree
They fill the branches 
Like rose and grey flowers
All facing into the wind!

Christmas celebrations

The time is passing so quickly
People are getting hot and prickly
The sun just gets hotter and hotter
Summer is here; not just a dream
The air is still; hardly a breeze
Hunger strikes the bellies after a few beers
The bbq gets started; senses keen
The waiting is soon over
The burgers are made and eaten
What joy to be together
Celebrating with friends and family!

My Poor Amy

My poor Amy was so excited
She ran around my feet
She jumped up and down
She was squealing with delight
I'd finally gotten home!
She knew I'd come home tonight
She seems to know these things
She's a gorgeous doggie
You'd love to meet!
But my poor Amy has fits!
So after I've brought my bags in
She disappears from sight
Then as I go looking
I'm in for a fright!
My poor Amy is having a fit!
There's really nothing 
To be done for it!
I give her a half tablet
I hold her close and sigh
My poor little Amy
There's a wildness in her eye
Her head strains backwards
Her legs are stiff and taut
Her panting is fast
She drools and ...
My poor Amy!

Men make me mad

You've heard the saying "can't kill them; can't live with them"
 I ask you why should I have to feel this way?
Why do I have to wait and wait for ever more?
Can't there be an even score; nil all; before we start?
Why is it always me who does the work?
Why is it always men who are the jerks?
Is there ever going to be any other way?
When do we women finally get to have our say?
What have we to do when men think we have no brains!
When they think all women are just pains!
God help us all as time runs by
Why should we be the ones who have to cry?
Where are those sensitive new age guys?
What about those nice good guys who always finish last?
Are there any left? Is it a dying art?
I've had it with the greedy men who treat us like crap!
I've had it with those stuck-up snobs who look down their nose
Why is it me who has to change?
Why do I have to be the first?
I want to be free to choose my own way
I want to love and be loved in return
I want to have someone who appreciates all that I do
I want to feel respected and treated the same
I want to have someone do something for me for a change!
Why is what I need to feel loved so hard to find?
Is everyone born a male also born blind?
What ever happened to love your neighbour as yourself?
What ever happened to being treated as you treat others?
What ever happened to treating everyone with patience and respect?
Is Jesus the only man who walked upon this earth
Who could see that no man was free from sin
Is Jesus the only one who said: let he who is without sin
Cast the first stone?
Lord help me to cope with all this life and come out ahead
Lord help me be more like you; more loving and kind!
Lord please come and make everyone of us right
Wash us; cleanse us; make us new again
For this is the only way to live this life!
With dear Jesus living in our hearts!

Blithe Spirit

Being in the school play was so much fun
I got to play two parts; 
We did Noel Coward's "Blithe Spirit"
When I was in my last year of High School
I loved playing "Elvira" the ghost wife
I was dressed in a flowing gown
My auntie sewed it for me
Silvery grey; ghostly; ethereal
Make-up pale and eerie
All the bits to play the part!
The second part; the doctor's wife
Alternate nights we'd play
So much fun was had by all
The actors and the crowds!

Broken Bones

My dad loved to play soccer
My best friend Martha's dad as well
And my uncle Tony too!
We watched and cheered
We ran around and had our fun
All us friends together
The whole Hungarian group
We all hung out together
We all enjoyed those days!
My dad was playing in the grand final
His team was winning by a goal
Then he fell down to the ground
Clutching at his wrist
He got up and continued playing
Their team won the game
Then my dad was finally ready
To go to the hospital
He'd broken his scaphoid bone
A tiny little bone in his wrist
Now he would suffer
Now he would have to settle down
The plaster cast was added
From his wrist; almost to the shoulder
A great big "L" shaped thing it was
Four long months it would last
Until that bone was mended
Until that bone was fixed
Then the metal pins could be removed
Then his wrist would be healed
But in the meantime I was happy
Dad was teaching me to drive
I was his gear changer
I was his helpful girl
I could help him change that column shift
I was pleased as punch to help him out
I was his big girl after all!

Big Booby Bullies

In high school I was a little slow
I was not used to all the kids
Our primary school was tiny
Not many in our area
So high school was a problem
I was way out of my league!
I already had my worries
I already had my fears
What if nobody wanted me 
What if nobody liked me at all?
I hated my nose
I hated my big ears
I hated how short I was
I hated my gold tooth
I had so many teenage fears!
My auntie cut my hair off
Her friend permed it up so
I was called wooly top by one boy
Fluffy by another; after my pet dog
Others called me shorty
Still others: chocolate frog
Someone made me blush bright red
Another called me wog
But the worst were those two girls
They were well endowed
So they picked on me because
I had nothing; no chest of which to be proud!
They taunted me with their smugness
They taunted me with their snide remarks
"You don't have any boobs!
You don't even wear a bra
You're such a little girl
You'll never be like us
You never will go far!"
I begged my mum for new underwear
I begged her to help me out 
I finally got her to listen
I finally got her to buy a set
A cute little blue and white striped
Bikini top and pants
Just so I could tell those girls
That I did have something to talk about!

The Obstacle Race

The only thing I ever won 
Was the Obstacle race!
I was in First year High School
I was not much good at anything
I wasn't a fast runner
I wasn't good at hurdles
I wasn't good at ball games
Or shot-put or javelin
The only competition
I truly enjoyed that year
Was the obstacle race!
We started off on the far side
Of that huge school oval
In and out between
Those tall poplar trees
Then through the rungs of a ladder
Between the seat and top
Of a great big bench
Underneath the tarpaulin
Through a hula hoop
Pushing a tennis ball
With my nose
And than finally that dash
To the finish line
Everyone was screaming
For the colours that I wore
Nobody knew my name; or cared
It was the colour red that scored!
(I was a member of Delta House)

Little Country Store in Moorook

The little country store
Used to be so much bigger before
Then supermarkets came
Things were never the same!
I remember walking around
That little country store
When I was just a little girl
Before I grew up and left
That region to seek my fortune
Far away from what I knew
No country bumpkin: me
I wanted to see the big city!

Caravan man

The Caravan man travels around
From little country town
To little country town
Bringing everything a mum could need
Everything a household desired!
I have some shadowed memories
Of watching my mum choose 
Singlets and underwear
Jeans and shirts, pyjamas
Pots and pans; garden seeds
A little bit of everything
All in boxes; sizes tied with string
Like a clothing store on wheels!
Such things I remember
In Kingston-on-Murray
Back in the 1960's!

Broken dreams

Hopes and dreams of teenage years
Simple little things 
You wouldn't think would matter
But that's how life goes
Things go breaking
Making a huge clatter!
Just before my first 
High school social; dance
Things happened that 
Made me feel so sad
My one good pair of shoes
Creamy slingbacks
Big brown buckle on the front
A little heel and all
Broke that very day
When there was no time at all
To buy a new pair
Though we tried and tried!
So I had to wear my school shoes
Big brown ugly things they were
I felt so self-conscious
Felt so "Odd one out"
Didn't really want to go 
But "had to" all the same!
My first big "dance!"
My dreams; broken that very day!

The Camel man

The Camel man travels along
The country's dusty roads
Taking all of his belongings
Carrying everything in his abode
Two camels follow after him
Two go before; his big black dog
Trots along below 
Beneath the dark wheels
Where the shadows grow
Like a gypsy caravan
Camping beside the road
Always together; always moving
Always on the go!

Memories

It is funny how little things stick
Tiny flashes of things that click
In your childhood memories
A bit here; a bit there
Something makes it linger on
Something make sit gel
I still remember 
Having my injections
At Loxton Hospital 
Many years ago as a tiny child
I recall the premises; 
The long corridor
Don't recall how old I was
Maybe three or Four
But there is something 
Lingering; remembered
From all those years ago!

Greek wedding

Our neighbour Les was getting married
I was to be a flower girl at age 6
I never realized how hard it would be
To hold up a huge candle for hours
I tried to hold on but I didn't make the grade
That candle was too heavy
My arms they felt like lead
It felt like the priest was droning on and on
To my little childlike ears
But later on the reception was a breeze!
We went back home to our place
Right next door to theirs
I still remember all the music
The shouting; the cheers
The best part was the giving of little gifts
Sugar-coated almonds 
In a pretty flower-covered case
I missed out on mine because
I had to run outside:
I couldn't stand the smell 
Of that strong Parmesan cheese!
I was lucky though because 
My mum was kind and gave me hers!

I feel like crying

I feel like crying
The tears just want to come
I can't seem to concentrate
Just can't seem to cope
I asked the Lord to help me
He sent His angels down
They held my hand 
And let me cry my tears

Out loud to them
I felt my hand held
Tenderly; with love
This is why I always will
Pray to my Lord
In heaven up above!

Lay your head

I don’t want to be strong

I want to be weak

I want to cry my heart out

And find the peace I seek

I am tired of being the strong one

I am tired and in need of rest

But only you Lord know what I need

Only you lord; know me best

Let me lay my head Lord

Upon Thy comforting breast

It is only through you Lord

That I can find my rest

When I give up my troubles

Surrender them into Thy mighty hands

That’s when I am truly at peace

That’s when I am carried in your arms

I want to feel my father’s heart

Beating beneath my ear

I want to be that child; comforted

I need to be held near

I need Thy love Lord

I need you oh so much

Our two hearts beating

Together; your heavenly touch!

Let me lay my head Lord

Upon Thy comforting breast

It is only through you lord

That I can find my rest

When I pray; you answer Lord

You hear my words; I know you love me too

That’s when I find my heart beating

That’s when together we are true...

Where do the unborn go?

Where do the unborn go?
What happens to their souls?
Do they even exist; in limbo?
Lord I know you know everything
I am such a simple heart
I don't know a lot; but this I do know! 
Oh dearest Lord you are everything
You know everything!
You made everything!
How can we poor little humans ever 
Think to understand your ways
The Bible says " We do not think as God thinks"
So true! We could never understand 
Even the tiniest part of this magnificent universe
We are puny and useless in your eyes
So then Lord; why would you even want 
To think of us; let alone love us
Poor sinners that we are
We are all that is low and simple
We are all that is sinful
And yet Lord; you love us
You are truly the most wonderful of all!

Sadness and Loss

The sand and waves were calling me
The heat; oppressive; overwhelming me
My legs felt like jelly; my heart felt like ice
Today; my baby lost her baby
My little girl was crying; her heart broken so!
I felt so sad and blue but what could any one do?
The waiting was heart breaking; 
The heat; hovering; like impending doom!
Not a breeze was blowing; everything was still
My heart; with hers; was sighing
Our eyes together crying;
Tears pouring down like rain! 
Oh Lord! my baby's in so much pain!

The water was cold and...I welcomed its cool embrace
I needed to chill a bit; I needed to let it all go
Reluctantly I let the water pull me
Deeper and deeper into its cold heart
Just like a ballet dancer; lifted up and put down again
I let the waves move me; I felt the cooling tide
Slowly I was comforted; completed
Like in a lovers welcoming embrace
I let the water take me; wash away my pain
Until I felt relaxed and free
Like someone had lifted away my pain
Oh Lord I need your love tonight!
This day has been so low Lord!
Please help me find the high!

Hundreds of seagulls suddenly take flight
A dog has entered their dominion over the sands
A cormorant flies straight and low over the waves
Seagulls dip into the waters; finding minnows for their feast
An aeroplane comes flying in; lights flashing
Bright; sparkling in the gloom
Waiting for lightning; air; calm before the storm
A few girls being silly in the water
Lovers hugging nearby
I'm concentrating on the motion
The waves; a calming lullaby!

You make me smile

You make me smile when you say hello
You actually care about how Amy feels
You talk to her and call her name
She comes to you when I'm not around!
She sits beside you on your chair
You pat her head, you comb her hair
I saw her looking around for you
She looked at me; working on my own
She looked for you; no-one on your chair
She looked at me again; no respite there
So then she just jumped up on your chair
She looked so comfortable as she lay down
Taking comfort from your presence there!

Nana's Nectarines

Nana loved nectarines
White fleshed; sweet 
Not those crossed with a peach
Just those original
Garden variety type
White nectarines!

Santiago's Tata

My grandson Santiago
Is such a clever boy
He's nearly 5 years old
He's starting school next year
He loves to be a super hero
He loves to be play all day
He loves visiting his Tata Manuel
(That's Spanish for grandpa!)
He copies everything his Tata does
Especially at Christmas time
When Tata sets up the Christmas lights
He follows along behind
Fiddling with the fairy lights 
(Pretending that he's doing the same)
Fiddling with the decorations 
(Pretending that he is his Tata)
Making sure that everything's all right!
He watches everything his Tata does
He loves him oh so much!
When Tata went back to Chile
To visit with his ill family
Santiago missed him so very much
But when Tata got back
Worried that he'd been forgotten
Santiago was there to show him
With many hugs and kisses
Santiago was there for cuddles
There to show his love
The blessing of God's little children
Showing how much we are all so loved 
Especially at Christmas time
When we celebrate Jesus' birth
That's when Santiago and his Tata
Are so full of mirth!

Smiley

Michael was such a happy child

We always called him smiley

He loved playing his guitar

Singing Beatles songs

(When he was just 2 years old)

The girls went to horse riding lessons

Michael and I would wait in the car

One day I let him pretend to drive

Standing on the driver's seat

Pushing all the buttons on the old radio!

I'd seen him watching me start the car

Those little eyes taking it all in!

I was tired this day and closed my eyes 

Just for a few minutes

Sitting in the passenger seat

Suddenly he'd got the keys from the dash board

Put the key in the ignition and 

Started the car! The music blared!

The car jolted forward! He was crying!

He'd scared himself so much!

My little smiley!

Grandparents Visit from Hungary 1969

I remember primary school at Moorook
 A small community; lots of fun
We lived a couple of miles away
Had to walk there and back; each day
Mum and worked hard every single day!
We didn't have much; but we were so happy
I had one old Barbie doll; ancient she was
What could you expect for 1960's!
One baby doll with two little teeth, moving tongue
My friend Martha poked his teeth out with a pencil!
One doll with hair; Butch ripped half her hair out
That dog took her and dragged her about!
My grandparents came from Hungary
To spend a year out here in Australia
They stayed 4 months with each family
(Their two sons and one daughter)
They brought me a doll; I was 12 years old
What would I want a doll for? At that age?
I was disappointed to say the least
But what could I expect
Grandma had lots of grandchildren
Back in Hungary; she wasn't interested in me!
She was just so happy catching up with her kids!
She'd missed them: oh so much!
I was probably a nuisance: to her thinking!
They walked everywhere together
That was their usual day to walk the miles
 Between our homes every single day! 
They got there before we left for school
They were gone again when we got back
And so it went for all those months
I still remember the day they were leaving
On a ship from Outer Harbour near Port Adelaide
I had so much fun running around with my brother
Before the gangplank was raised
Almost got stuck on that ship as it got under way!

(On that last day at Adelaide Railway Station 
Grandma spent her last few coins on little gifts
A Koala in a little tree and a tiny tea set
I still have some pieces of that tea set
Though some have gone astray
My girls loved playing with that tiny tea set
Just like I did after Grandma went away!)

Washing day

What is it about washing that makes me smile?
Maybe it's cos I love being outside in the sunshine
Maybe it's because everything smells good
When it's been aired outside on the lines
I love feeling the breeze in my hair; the sunshine on my face
Don't like doing the vaccuuming; that's a disgrace
Never do any ironing; hate that chore; 
What do I need to do that for?
I don't mind doing the dishes most of the time
Mum bought me a dishwasher when I was pregnant with Michael
I got used to using that machine; it was so vital!
I try to stay active; I want to be around for quite a while
Want to enjoy life; share the laughter and smile!

But now I'm a Nana and I'm slowing down
But I still like my washing; hanging it on the line!

Kaiser my hero

Kaiser was my hero

He was such a beautiful dog

He loved us all so much

He wanted to save everyone

He'd jump around beside the pool

He was worried for our safety

He was worried for our lives

That bad water was dangerous

He was always worried for us all!

He showed his love and his fears

He showed his courage amid the cheers

He was brave but he was also scared

Something must have happened 

Before he came to us

Don't know what it was but

He was terrified of deep water 

But if his family was in trouble

He could overcome his fears

He was there to save me many times

Over those 11 long years we cherished him

He saved Tim from drowning in the bath

Several times at least!

He saved me when I was snorkelling 

In the shallows; chasing a school of tiny fish

He even saved me in the creek

After I'd got up the courage to swing on the rope

And then let go; jumping in

He was right there in front of me

As I surfaced; legs pumping; face concerned

"Was mummy all right? When was she coming up again?"

TMJ

TMJ; what can I say

You’re a pain!

I don’t want you

But I’ve got you anyway!

Pain in my jawbone

Pain in my head

Pain when I try to sleep

Pain when I rise up again!

Pain in my neck

That’s what you are!

For sure; a pain in the neck!

I miss being normal

I miss those painless days

But I guess there must be a lesson

Somewhere in this pain!

I ask for help from my dear angels

They give me acupuncture

They help me ease the pain

Just for a little while

It goes away

Then comes right back again!

Can't wait to see you

Can't wait to see you
Can't wait to hear your little voice
You know I love you baby
You see that I have no choice
You have me by the heartstrings
You have me by the hand
I love you and you big brother so much!!!!!!!!!
Only another Nana would understand!
My little precious grandsons
My little precious chaps
How I love to hear you on the telephone
But I can't wait now till we hug again!
'Cos you are my little precious men!

Family Portraits

I was looking through my box of books: searching for some poems

Couldn’t find what I wanted but I found something else

My old sketch pad; from many years ago

Pictures I’d sketched of my nieces: from way back in November 1983

Rachel in her school uniform: looks like from Grade One

Leesa from that same date: I drew them from school photographs

They were rather still and quiet: one of Samantha aged just ten

Wow! She looks just like she did back then!

Vivienne looks so serious in her starched white collar

Not even a hint of a smile!

Another one of Leesa; with her cheeky grin!

Then Vivienne again; smiling this time

In her winter uniform; laughter in her eyes!

A portrait of dear Nana; without her mouth of course

She was always complaining

“Never took a good photograph” she said

Maybe because she was always saying exactly that

As her photo was being taken!

Some of hubby Tim: even a self portrait; what was I thinking?

On the next page is a drawing our Vanessa did

She wanted to draw like mum so I let her draw a portrait

Of somebody that she could see

It is undated; don’t know exactly when but I love to see it because

She showed such talent even then!

The following page is from 1987 of Vanessa herself: 
Titled “Just before Xmas 1986”

She was maybe 6 months old: with those lovely chubby cheeks

Another of my darling girl wearing a beanie 
That Grandma made: she knitted so many cardigans as well

This one was the pale blue one: I remember it very well

Cute as a button; in that photograph

The next I recall; I’d never thought I’d done her justice;
Just seemed a little odd but today as I look at it;
 I am blown away because it could be of her little boy;
 Zecarias as he is right now!

She was almost two years old when that pic was taken

Just like Zac is right now: I am so amazed to see

His little eyes and face; looking back at me!

The next pic I drew was of someone imaginary!

Then Mark Andrew on the swing in their own back yard at Kensington

I remember taking that picture; all those years ago!

‘Uncle’ George Erceg comes next; not one of my best efforts

But it his him looking out from that page in August 1991

I did that as he was sitting there; right in front of me

I feel like I had to rush a bit; he was always on the move

Fixing up this old house; to make it liveable for our family!

Tim is next; he’s aged a bit; sometime in the 1990’s

Then I must have had a break; I am not happy with this one

A portrait of Vanessa from a school photograph

In Good Shepherd’s winter uniform;

I don’t like how this turned out at all!

Just couldn’t capture what I wanted

Must have needed to practice some more!

Little Shelley in her pretty pink dress

Maybe two years old; those big eyes of hers

I got them down pat; but I haven’t caught her happiness!

Finally a portrait of Michael; unfinished of course

Done in 2003; I’ve lost my touch here

Really need to do some more drawing; that is clear!

But too many other things got in the way

Too much to do to sit and contemplate our lives

So my little book has been waiting for many a long year

Now maybe I will have the time

To draw in a few more portraits until

My little book is filled up; full of our family

There to look back upon; our growing family tree!

(I’ve got 7 pages left; so Santiago; you’re next!)

Ode to Helen Steiner Rice

Dear Helen I love your wonderful poetry
I have loved your work for many long years
I still a have a copy of a beautiful card
Bought when I was just a teenager
It's called "Give Lavishly; Live Abundantly"
It's been over 40 years since then
I look for you poetry books wherever I wander
I have found such joy in reading your words
I feel a blessed connection to the dear Lord
Your words convey such love and understanding
I write poetry myself and try to honour your style
Words of love and compassion
Straight from our dearest Lord
Straight from heaven up above
What a blessing you bestow upon your readers
The words sing in my mind and lift me up
It is great sadness that I read about your pain
I feel we are especially akin in this
As I am continually praying for relief from mine
The dear Lord and His angels hear our prayers 
They come when asked to aid us with their touch
They show how much we are loved by our Father
They minister unto us; sinners all!
But because He is our loving Father
He loves us; no matter what we've done
No matter how far we have strayed
He welcomes us back within His loving arms
We only need to ask and we are forgiven!
His precious blood has bought our salvation
His precious tears were shed for us
Upon that terrible day on Calvary!

Ode to Sara Donati

Dear Sara I want to thank you 
For your wonderful stories!
I've enjoyed reading 
Into the Wilderness
Dawn on a Distant shore
Lake in the Clouds
Fire along the Sky
and Queen of Swords
Now I'm reading
The last book in the series
The Endless Forest
For the third time in the past few years!
I loved the movie
Last of the Mohicans
But I couldn't read
James Fenimore Cooper's book
Just couldn't get used to his writing
So when I picked up your book
I was drawn back through time
Into their amazing lives!
You have a way with words
I was mesmerised! 
Couldn't put it down!
Totally agree with Diana Gabaldon!
Thank you for letting
Me breathe the air of another time!
Hawkeye and Ghingachgook
Come to life and bring stories 
From those days to life with your words!
I loved Elizabeth and Nathaniel's story!
Strong women are the backbone 
Of this wonderful series
Hannah Bonner is my heroine
I love tales of life through her eyes
A strong Indian woman
Learned in white man's medicine
Just like Claire in Diana Gabaldon's 
Outlander series: love them too!
I crave good reading; of real people 
Real people who lived in dangerous times
Their trials and tribulations
A wonderful part of history!
Thank you and Diana both
For keeping me mesmerised and
Totally immersed in your tales!

Ode to Hot water and electricity

When my Solahart died, I just sat right down and cried

No more long soaks in my old bathtub

No more comforting lovely showers

All was lost and then the pain came

Life would never be the same!

Oh what a crying shame! Oh what a crying shame!

So it was back to the old ways, carting water in those days

Lucky ‘cos it was then winter, my old wood stove was my slave!

Bucket brigades with all my saucepans

Fill them up and start again!

So we spent that long cold winter

‘Back and forth’ was the name of the game!

The next year it was the power

The flood fixed us good again

All that water was a nuisance

As ‘no power’ was the name of this game!

Thank the Lord for all those candles

Though relaxing was never the same

Now it was ‘necessity’ that was the game

As by candle-light we bathed

Many a long month it lasted

Till that water drained away!

The Insurance had us waiting

Many long months came and went thus

‘They didn’t care” was the name of their game!

Apricot Jam

Mum used to cook up her apricot jam
In a huge big pot on the stove
Only the ripest apricots were used
A heap of sugar added as well
Even some crushed pineapple
To give it that beautiful lightness
Mums jam was the best I'd ever tasted
The shop bought ones never could compare!

Now mum is getting on in years
She doesn't make jam any more
So I am forced to look elsewhere
To find that yummy stuff
I thank the Lord for other mums
Who still make jam the old-fashioned way!
Found some lovely jars of yummy jam
At the local Red Cross store
Whenever I go there; I look around
To see if there is any apricot jam to be found
Yummy home made apricot jam!