Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas The Night Before Christmas
Sitting alone in my house
When my favorite voice said
Get up and get out

Go forth tonight
And share my Christmas Spirit
The one that I showed you
The one in your heart

So with that voice came
A flood of thought and good cheer
A warm thought of sharing
That would last many a year

So with my plan devised
Beautiful rain & mist a blowing
I headed to find my goal
The outcome was mine unknowing

Strange glares and points of question
Then followed me around
As one by one throughout the crowds
Giggles and laughter would then abound

With my Christmas stocking but empty
An elderly lady commanded my look
She then proceeded to kiss me on the cheek
As she thanked Mother & I for her copy of the "Loo Book"

(c) Joe Payne

Merry Christmas Mother
Your Memory and Spirit Shall Live Forever

Sadness and Memories

Its been a long year. One that we all have come through and endured in our own ways. For me it has been the saddest year of my life.
The loss of my best friend and Our Beloved Mother.
Reliving every day since August, one by one almost as if it were a count down and none were to be missed.
Everyday rereading the emails I sent each day 12 months ago.
Everyday still feels like the first.

I just didnt have the strength last year to put a tree up. I didnt think I could this year either.
As Judy and I were wondering about the house with box's and odd's and ends strewn about, I heard this little voice in my head...
"Judy!!, Jody!!... Where is my Christmas Tree??"
As I mentioned this to Judy I could see my feelings in her eyes. Judy confirmed that she too was less than enthousiastic to put a tree up this year and that her husband Dave was the main instigator. So as hard as it was we started on a small, 18inch "mini-tree" that Mother had. A couple of hours later as I was coming up the stairs I looked at Judy and repeated the same again..
"Judy!!, Jody!!... Where is my Christmas Tree??" .... I had Mother's Tree in my arms.
We then proceeded to decorate Mother's Christmas Tree... including a candle each, for Mother.

I wish to say a special Thank You to our little sister Judy.
You have been a stern support for me over the years, showing again this weekend, your never ending charity and love. Your visit here over the past 5 days was the only tonic to get me through. I couldnt have finished my duties without your presence, love and support .... I am always in your debt.
Also a big Thank You must go to Dave and Brett for being Judy's support this past year.

The following is a little poem written on a Memorial Card and was read aloud at Mother's Memorial Service's last year.

The Candle of Hope

Light a candle for me this Christmas,
To share that hope lives within,
For even though we are now parted,
One day we will meet again.

Watch the flame as it dances and flickers,
Watch as my memory lives on,
In the hearts of all who are gathered,
To celebrate this Christmas time.

Light a candle for me this Christmas,
It's in hope that we'll meet again,
In the land of no sorrow or mourning,
In the land where there is no pain.

Light a candle for me this Christmas,
To celebrate all that I was,
And may angels gather around you,
To bring comfort when you're feeling lost.

At Christmas, We Remember....
You will always have a special place within our hearts.
Loving Memory of
Elisabeth Ann Fuller-Mobbs
24th March 1928 - 14th December 2006

Our Undying Love is Yours Forever.

Music Videos

Just for you Mother....

We Will Love You Always.


Ive found myself looking back into the past
To see a blurr of ups-n-downs
From a mainsail torn from its mast
To my glowing Mother in a sparkling ballgown

Ive found myself looking around about the present
To see a blurr of ups-n-downs
No celebrated birthdays or aniversary present
Just the continuing thoughts make me frown

Ive found myself not looking forward to the future
Seeing a blurr of ups-n-downs
Life is like this by nature
But you must first survive the downs

Ive found myself looking around at nothing in particular
To find the most intricate detail so easily missed
The quiet emptyness so draining, so intense, so demure
Continues the storm of emotions and drives the rain and the mist

Ive found myself looking and needing to find myself

Josiah O Fuller , Ivah Ruth Fuller & Alonzo Curren

Firstly a very special Thankyou to Pam & Todd Curren who have supplied the pictures, also to Dorie for the family communications she has been involved in with Pam and others, also forwarding them to me.

Pam indicates that the back of this picture say's "Josiah O. Fuller with his Greatgrandkids".... (Edit from Joe) I am then simply assuming that Jonas Luther Fuller & Ivah Ruth Fuller-Curren would then be included in this picture, but as my eldest brother Jim reminds me > Josiah O. Fuller had many many greatgrand children.

Pam says this is a photo of Ivah Ruth Fuller & Alonzo Curren on their wedding day, Jack Curren's parents & Todd Curren's Grandparents.

It realy is fantastic to be able to put a face to a name.
Thankyou ever so much Pam for sharing these with us all.

Mothers Life & Love of Organs

I dont know when Mother's first experience of playing an organ was but I do know and strongly remember her love of organs.

I remember as a child still in USA Mother playing the organ for church and I was helper with lighting candles and as bell ringing, bouncing up and down on that huge bell rope, or as it seemed to an 8 year old.

I was ever so pleased to hear Mother mention her previous organ playing in the video I posted - USA Visit, Cayuta.

Upon arrival in Australia after moving into our first house Mother got her first organ here. I also remember as an 14 year old here in Australia playing a recital in church with Mother playing the organ and I the trumpet, we played 3 pieces much to the amazement and amusement of the congregation. Mother was ever so flattered by the compliments we recieved.

I know for fact that Mother's most memorable, cherished & honoured moment in time was her invitation by "The Order Of The Easter Star" to play organ for their "Grand United District Ball" .... the organ Mother was to play was the famous"Grand Organ" in Sydney Town Hall. Unfortunately no pictures or recording of this event exist to my knowledge.

Mother continued to own & play organs into her last year of life.

One organ piece in particular I ran accross as a teenager absolutely took my breath away, Mother gave me a personal attachment to it by saying it was "The most powerfull piece of organ music ever composed"... Mother's words perfectly described my emotion upon hearing it. I never could remember the name or composer, even telling Kevin some weeks ago that I wish I could remember the name and saying to him, "How do you describe a piece of organ music trying to identify it" ... so I started to sing it.. to no avail, Kevin must have thought I was looney. About 4 weeks ago at my shop I asked a regular customer, a lovely elderly lady of near Mother's generation about this piece... so I started to sing it.... she said the sound was familiar but could not help.

My search for music with no name or composer continued... until tonight,
Ive found it!! Bach: Toccata & Fugue in D-minor BWV 565
I have added it to Mother's Music and it is the starting music on opening "Fullers Pond" for the moment.

As all classical music goes, and I am definately no expert, there are many recordings / tempo's by many different artists... I have to say that the version I have added is very good but I have found a supremely higher quality recording, this recording stirred that same emotion of many years ago.

This recital is Copywrite by Frederik Magle and is absolutely stunning, played on the famous organ in Riga Cathederal, Latvia (Russia). I strongly recommend visiting Frederik Magle's Site and reading the info about the Riga Catheredal Pipe Organ.
Listen to Frederik Magle's recital of "Bach: Toccata & Fugue in D-minor BWV 565" (Dont forget to pause "Betty's Juke Box")

My Love of Music began with Mother's Love of Music.

We Love You Always Mother

Newest Generation of Fuller

Congratulations to Charolette & Congratulations to the Newest Fuller Grandmother, Dorie!!!
Introducing Madelyn Marie Stringer born 1st Aug 2007.
Awww Isnt She So Cute !
Hi World! Im now home with my mom :)
Edit: Sorry - Photo's removed by request.

Fullers Pond Family Tree

Hi All ....

As per previous emails ive explored starting an internet family tree....

Click on this link to Fullers Pond Family Tree and join this "Family Tree" site as well .... all info from everyone is needed to ensure this Family Tree is a success for future generations!

At this stage this is the best programme I can find for this purpose... its not as "pretty" as I would like it to be but these are the shortcomings of free internet software. It is a little confusing to navigate to start with so take your time, I found that the "Pedigree & Descendancy" options show the tree well.

Firstly, a couple of rules!

A) Privacy (a)- Living Family Members - If a living family member does not appear on this updated family tree site it is because of their wish's - direct all enquiries to them, not me... im only following their wish's! ... also if you wish for your details to be omitted please email me.
B) Privacy (b)- Living Family Members - Due to the very high number of "Info Bots" always searching the internet for more "Big Brother Info"... I have purposely omitted Birth Dates, Marriage Dates and all other personal info and ask that anyone adding data to this tree respect this same privacy for everyone. (See attached pic of "Info Bots")C) Accuracy - As per Jim's email comment - any info that is added must be accurate! Please feel free to address all of my spelking mistakes... Thanks Jim :)

I do Hope & Trust that everyone will pay all "Due Respect" for all our Family Members -Past&Present- as to the intentions of any ommitions & additions.

Love to All

Visit with Kevin 17th July

Hi All ....

Today I went and visited with Kevin for the day. It has been over 6 weeks since my last visit. He has been to visit it his sister in Taree - 10hrs drive south. He had a nice visit with other relatives as well.... was good to have him return safe as he drove himself the entire trip, doing the write thing and stopping heaps and with an overnite stop half way.

We chatted for a while before one of his neighbors noticed I was visiting and insisted we stop over for coffee. Then the conversation turned twards fish tanks - not by my doing - the neighbors husband has recently passed away making conversation even harder as it was he & I that did all the chatting in the past. She asked if I would take the fish tank away as she had no knoweldge of it and to add to it, she is not very mobile as it is..... so the day quickly dropped in overall tone.... the main topic was now turned into one of our mutual loss's of loved ones.

After the tank was empty and loaded Kevin invited me back for another coffee (im realy getting bloated now!!!) ..... and started a conversation with ...
"Well Joe, its time I admit something that ive kept from you for 6 months" .... "When we were waiting for a death certificate, I didnt tell you the whole truth about the length of time that it had taken" ...... "When I recieved the death cert I noticed first it wasnt your mothers Dr's name on it, then I re-looked at the name {Elizabeth Anne Mobbs}.... so after a couple of phone calls, as it happens.... both ladies passed away on the same day." ...... "I didnt want to add more stress to anyone else's plate, so I delt with it without telling you."
I thanked him for his honesty then chewed his left ear about doing it all by himself...... Kevin replied "Your mother would have done the same.... then moved to the right ear!"
We had a great laugh and a sad cry together.

Here's a quick pic before I packed up and headed home.

Kevin pass's his 'Ello's & Love to All.

Cookies Competition

Just to lighten the moods.....
Here is my first effort ....
Now we just wait a while for the new tech of "Websmells" to go mainstream.

Jim > did you get a pic of your cookies?
Yes he did.... and here they are ....

Unfortunately and obviously, Judy and I have never had the pleasure of Grandma's cookies.... only the recipe that Judy posted from (Aunt Anna Seeley 1925)

Happy Independence Day USA

Happy Independence Day USA
Today is the day I continue one of Mothers favorite traditions.

It is my great honour to now fly Mother's Flag, both to carry on Mothers tradition and to Honour Mothers Memory.

Star Spangled Banner
Star Spangled Banner - Instrumental

Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
W hat so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mist of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep.
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream
'Tis the star-spangled banner. Oh! long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation,
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n - rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, for our cause is just,
And this be our motto--"In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

We Will Love You Always Mother

Ive had a thought.... "Betty's Recipe Book"

A very "tasty" thought indeed...
Totaly Suitable for "Fullers Pond"...
But I have only one problem...
It is Everyone Except Me that needs to contribute...
Especialy the Ladies of the family...

Because I dont have any of Mothers Recipe's ! -or-
Other suitable good old fashioned country fair!

Ssoo i'll put in with a couple of requests if I may... both dish's have flavours of memory, that have come to me in the past few months or so that for one reason or another Mother rarely cooked here in Australia.....
A) Dumplings! ... I remember flavours of Mother making lovely soft & light dumplings served with a gravy!
B) Backed Beans & Ham! ... again, such strong memories of the ham flavour throughout the beans!

I know Judy has a few and so should all of you ladies.... so get to work and organise 2 or 3 each then and add them to the comments section of this post. I will make a permanent link to this post called...
"Betty's Recipe Book"

Judy has found the following recipes and scanned them for us all to share, THX Sis!

A Mother of Change ?

The 20th century will be know as the century of change > Huge Changes to mankind - all within a few very short decades of time.

Family life was & is realy no different > huge changes all within a few short decades.
Our Grandparents saw the first of this "electricity thing" , Our Parents saw electricity implimented into everyday life and had dreams/visions/TV shows about "The Future" ... which, we today take as common place & easily purchased over the counter.

Without pre-confronting Judy about this post I know to a major extent that I may be speaking for her as well.
By me being the second youngest sibling, simultaniously being the eldest here in Australia I feel I have come to understand many of my elder siblings comments.

Though we are 1 Family , we are many identities of time and place, each and everyone of us brought up in a different period of time and change...
... Afterall, 8 children + 25yrs + all those times of grief PLUS the fact of "two sides to every story" .... must equal many times of change, adaptations and other decisions.

Quoting our eldest brother Jim .... "The Mother you know and the Mother I know are two different people" .... and only now I feel the unity of such a decisive statement..... this is simply a statement of change! ..... and I'm sure that we could all say it in our own write to any other sibling and still have the same meaning.

Quoting an email from Judy (without her permission :( ) .....
"..... And harder yet, try as we like, we will never know the same Mum they know. I'm very glad I got the version of Mum that I did. I got the happier ( overall ) , more selfconfident, worldly, traveled, and life loving woman. I, out of all of Mum's children, had the great pleasure of watching my Mum grow with her grandkids.. I have more treasured family memories than the US family do I feel. My kids got to spend 20 odd years with Mum and the US family can't neccessarly say that"

Throughout our live's here in Australia, we too have been whitness to lifes never ending cycle of change.
I remember when we arrived,
Mother's "1st-decade"..... Mother was the first to get us out and about seeing things.... but then when we got there Mother was always the first to put the brakes on, often before we even got started, being ever so causious after jumping the gate....
Mother's "mid-decade" .... Mother tended to "float about" here and there.... clear ideas and goals.... and achieving them (ie: Visit USA twice in 4 years) ... but still seemed to be "a cup half full".
Mother's "final-decade" .... began with the underlying though yet to surface desire "to be loved for just being herself".... As we all know it wasnt long before Mother met Kevin and this desire of "childish giggles" returned to them both.

As we all can attest, whilst allways being "Mom/Betty/Elisabeth/Liz" people age the same way.... always changing & adapting while retaining the original essence of "Mom".

Thursday 14th June 2007 was 6 months to the day since Mothers passing.....
Thursday 14th June 2007 was the first day it snowed at "Mothers Resting Valley" in 8 years ......

As we all age and we all change...
One thing shall never change...

We Will Love You Always Mother

A story about the "Story Teller"

As you all are well aware mother loved to write story's. To get any of them published was beyond her wildest dreams in the early years. I wont go into detail of mothers complete works, i'll save that for a seperate post. This post is to focus only on one book..... "The Loo Book".

I had relocated from Canbera (where Judy lives now) to Newcastle when I heard of mothers hospitalisation for emphesiema, so to be close and help where I could. After what was an absolutely amazing recovery (other lifestyle choices played a huge part as well) mother soon started on her writing again.

I was doing study courses in business management, advertising, digital graphic arts and continuing my "fishy" studies.... but soon found that all this study doesnt pay the bills. After several long conversations with Sonya we decided to buy an existing printing business and to publish books as well..... We proceeded to move the entire printing business into our home as we had a huge workshop down stairs. 2 printing press's, foil stamping machine, huge paper guilotine, industrial binding machine and much more.
Mother was totaly gobsmacked!

Within 6 months Mother and I had the basic layout of our first book. Soon we were proof reading, then the final proof... then we started printing.

We printed a total of 5000 books and I said to mother "Now we have to sell them!" ... mother chuckled.... "and I know how we are going to do that" I continued to say.... "Mother, get yourself prepared for a mini storm.... I have organised 4 local newspapers to interview you over the next 2 days!!". Mothers eyes popped and her jaw dropped..... "As well as that, the local TV station would like to do an interview". Unfortunately nothing came of what I was hoping to be good (free) advertising on the TV.

The most memerable comment from mother was how honoured she was by one of the editions in a paper.... to be mentioned and refered to in the same article as Mark Twain.

For Christmas I thought it would be nice to make a momento for mother. So I made a photo frame of these paper adverts for her new book.

This photo frame is now on the wall behind me.

I still have copies of "The Loo Book" available for anyone who does not have a copy. Email Me
*NB* Any and All Copywrite Material ever produced by the late Elisabeth Ann Fuller Mobbs is enforceable and are held in trust by me.

We Will Love You Always Mother

Memorial Day - USA -

Thankyou to all the servicemen and women from every nation that have and continue to pay the ultimate price for freedom and peace.

Noteably here,
Tracy Appleton - RIP - served WWII & Korea >Note from Jim- Thanks to Mom for letting Dad do his part.
and our eldest brothers, Dale with 20+ years service and to Jim.

God Bless America
Star-Spangled Banner
America the Beautiful
The Last Post
In Australian military tradition, the Last Post is the bugle call that signifies the end of the day's activities. It is also sounded at military funerals and commemorative services such as ANZAC Day and Remembrance Day to indicate that the soldier has gone to his final rest.

Thankyou to Jim for bringing this to my attention.

Our BIGG Dog "Little"

Joe & and Judy mentioned our old dog "Little". Little was a St. Bernard that mother had brought home. The women that gave him to us had him and his brother. At times the two would get to play fighting under her kitchen table and would almost nock it over. So, she decided to get rid of one.
I remember all of us laying on the living room floor using Little as a pillow to watch TV. During the winter, we would hook Little to our sleds and he would pull us around the yard. At the time we lived across the street from the Fire House, and every time the siren went off, Little would sit out in the yard and howl along with the noise. We would all watch and laugh at him. Mom would say the noise hurt him ears and that is why he howled.
I remember the mess he would make every time he would take a drink from his water bowl. He would raise his head after getting a drink and drool would be hanging from his face. Better be far enough away, cause than came the shaking of the head and droll would go all over the place. If you stood to close, you would get covered with droll. I miss our BIGG Dog "Little", he was a very gentle, loving dog.

Fond Memories

My name is Annette Appleton, I am the 5th of the 8 children mother had. I was the one known for bringing home stray animals. I remember one time while walking home from a friends house, I saw something rolling around along side of the street. Walking over to see what it was, I found a small baby kitten. As I was picking it up, I noticed to was bleeding from the head. With further investigation, I realized the poor thing looked as if it had been hit by a car. Being an animal lover as I am, I just knew I had to take this poor thing home and nurse it back to health.
Upon arriving home with a wounded kitten, mother... in her own caring way, says to me, " now Natta, you know that poor kitty isn't going to last the nite." And I told her in return, " Oh, yes it will." And with that I made a bed out of a old shoe box, laid that box on my pillow and laid next to it all that nite. When the next morning came, I woke to find the poor kitten hadn't made it through the nite as mother had said. Walking into the kitchen that morning with shoebox in hand and tears running down my face, mother in her caring way just says, " Lets go and bury the poor kitty out back." Never a " told you so" or anything. That's one thing I truly remember about mother, she was always there to tell you the truth, and if you still had to find out for yourself, she was never one to say, " I told you so". But she was always there to talk if you wanted to. And in learning this from her, I found myself raising my own daughter and granddaughters the same way.

Judy's Mothers Day Visit to "The Valley"

Hi Family.

We are home after our trip to Echo Point to spend Mother's Day with Mum.

It was 8.30am when we arrived at Echo Point. It was a quiet Sunday morning as far as the rest of the world was concerned.

As I started down the steps leading to the various walks, I could hear the water seeping thought the earth and down the sides of the mountain. You can see the drips as it falls from the branches and roots growing from the ground above you.

When you reach the first semi level area after the steps you look to your right and see this towering gentle flowing waterfall. It gathers in small pools then flows past some stepping stones in front of you. After finding your footing on the stepping stones, you continue to follow a path alongside the slowly moving creek that you had just crossed. You can hear the sounds of the different little waterfalls as you follow the pathway. All around you there is the sounds of birds calling. As you walk you can catch glimpse of the creek next to you. The pathway was in different degrees of dryness. Some points even covering the pathway with rivers of slowly moving water. The pathway leads to a set of steps that that guides you upwards. At the top of the steps the paths leads you off again to the left. Now we loose sight of the creek but the sound of waterfalls is ever present. The pathway turns a corner and it then divides into a path leading down a set of steps or continues on towards the right. At this point there are some beautiful fallen logs that if viewed in the right way, looks like a mossy green garden seat built for a queen.

Here we go down the steps. As you reach the bottom step there is a bench on your right. It is here that Joe and I sat and cried as we said our good bye's to Mum. There is a small fenced area about 5 metres long. It was here that Joe and I scattered Mum's ash's on our last painful trip. While standing there this morning, listening to the sounds around me, I knew that Mum was happy and at peace. She even had a special early morning planned to show off her beautiful vista for me.. If you look over the edge of the cliff we are standing on you can see Mum's private bath and waterfall.

I had taken a couple of wild flowers with me and I had them sitting on Mum's bench for a while. When I felt the time was right, I pulled them apart and kissed each petal in turn for each of Mum's loved family. I then tossed them to the wind for Mum to catch and place where she thought they belonged.

I have a beautiful Mulberry candle that I light for Mum on all special occasions. As we can't have candles burning in the Mountains, I took some of the wax from Mum's Birthday Party and I rubbed it into the bench. So I was able to share it with her. ( I have the candle burning now beside me for Mother's Day. Just 1 of the ways I use to help keep Mum so very close to me now. )

I had the chance to sit and watch as Mum showed off her beautiful morning. Watching the movement of the sun as it rose even further into the bright, clear sky. I watched in amazement as pairs of Black Cockatoo's cart wheeled across the sky on the early morning breezes. Cawing to each other across the vast distances. There was also the ever present butterflies. Flitting and floating just out of reach it seems. All the while soothed by the sounds of the waterfalls. Mum's presence was at home here. She has added her everlasting calmness to the quietness of the Valley. The lack of human sounds was magnified by the gentle concussion of natures choir.

Mum was smiling..
The twinkle of Mum's eye was reflected in the sun drenched distant horizon. Both have this baby blue haze to them. Absolutly amazing..

After what felt like minutes, but in fact was a couple of hours, sitting and talking with Mum I had to go.
I blew kiss's to the wind again for us all. I told Mum how much we loved her and missed her so.
I told her that I would be back again, I couldn't say when, but I would be back.

I slowly made my way back to the top where we had parked the car. My loving husband was there to greet me with a shoulder to cry on and a much needed drink.
As we drove away I looked at the clock and it was almost 11am.. It still feels like a few minutes...........

I hope these photo's will help you in understanding just why this area was so special to Mum.
I hope they also help you open up and share with those you hold dear.

Thinking of you all on this day.


He (copywrite Elisabeth Mobbs 2002)

The Prophet Isaiah was the first to tell
of the birth of Him we love so well.
In the land of Judah stands a village small-
Humble Bethlehem, first to hear the call.

Across the land and edict from Rome
sent Joseph to register his home.
His expectant wife, Mary, on donkey's back
followed him down the dusty track.

The town was full - no place to rest.
Then God gave Joseph his second test.
The innkeeper said, "No room have I stranger -
all thats left is a straw-filled manger.

Joseph sighed and looked at his wife,
"Oh God," prayed he, "Why give me such strife?
We can go no further." He to the innkeeper said,
"T'ween cattle and donkey we'll make our bed."

On the hillside under a moon grown cold,
Angelic choirs to the shepherds told;
"Good news we bring, to all mandkind.
Into Bethlehem go and the Christ child you'll find."

Straight away they went, God guiding their way.
Empty handed they knelt by the Babe in the hay.
From distant lands came wise men three,
setting gifts before Him on bended knee.

A puzzled Joseph slept not that night,
after shepherds and kings had been in his sight.
But a warning from God told him to flee -
"Take the Babe and His mother to a far country."

Without hesitation - without a doubt,
Joseph left with his family, 'ere people came out.
Towards Egypt-land their way they wended,
Till Herod's reign was finally ended.

Back in Nazareth the young lad grew,
With Mary's love and Joseph's too.
Then off to Jerusalem when His manhood reached,
to talk with the Scribes, hear what they preached.

"Where have you been?" a tearfull Mary frowned,
when on the homeward journey He was not found.
"I must be about My Father's busines," the lad replied.
"So soon, so soon!" she dried her tears and sighed.

Three short years He walked the country side.
"Listen and learn while I still abide.
The time is fast approaching then will come the day,
when earthly man will plot to take my life away."

"Heed well the lessons which I teach,
then go, two by two, yourselves to preach.
Love one another as I have loved you.
Share what you have and always speak true."

In the garden He prayed, trees shrouded in mist.
His betrayal consummated when He was kissed.
Neither Herod nor Pilate a fault could they spy,
but yeilded to demands of - "Crucify!"

The sky turned black, the earth did shake
when down from the cross my Master pake;
"Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do."
But ignorant men laughed and said, "We do, too!"

Fourty hours the earth held its breath.
For the jews, a day of rest was the Sabbath.
Dawn on the first day of the week
found women at the tomb, His body to seek.

"He is not there - He is risen!" the angels said.
Fear seized the women - away they fled.
"He said he'd return," brave Peter stated.
And they waited all day with breath a-baited.

Return He did, on a quiet evening,
amid deep doubt and great rejoicing.
"Feed my sheep - tend my lambs," His voice was full of love.
Then He went to join His Father in Heaven above.

A Guardian He left us - His Holy Spirit as Guide.
A promise He made to be kept at our side,
"Lo, I am with you always - even to the end of the age"
Engrave this on your heart, dear friend, as you turn over each day's page.

Mother's Day Memories

With Mother's Day fast approaching I find my thoughts drawn to Mum.

There are so many special things that Mum and I shared between us, one of those things being a Mother.

I remember when I was small and Mum would ever so occasionally say something like ' You'll change your mind when 1 of your own kids does this or that.' I would give Mum one of the strangest looks, like she had suddenly spoken in a foreign language. This always brought a knowing chuckle from Mum.

Mum, being the very special woman that she was, gave special thought to my very first Mother's Day gift. Just before Mother's Day 1985,we were out shopping and sat down for a coffee. We started remembering some of the Mothers Day's we had spent together. Mum being Mum, managed to swing the conversation to how being a mother changed EVERYTHING in your life. Mum impressed on me the importance of time. Time to love, Time to learn, Time to play, Time to teach, Time to share and Time to grow. Mum used the analogy of the slow moving caterpillar. When the time is right it makes it's cocoon and spends the time it needs to grow and change into a beautiful butterfly. Upon finishing this sentence Mum presents me with a perfect butterfly broach. Mum then went on to say that now I had grown from the caterpillar into my own perfect butterfly. Needless to say butterfly's are very special to me.

And now I find myself in the same position Mum was in. Buying that special 'something' for my daughter on her first Mother's Day.

I hope I do as good a job for TJ, as my Mum did for me.

Loving you always Missing you more.

A Portrate of Life

I remember over 10 years ago mother telling me this story.
Mother was living alone at her home in Morrisett NSW.
Always the "planner and the do'er" mother was always on the run, hardly stopping to gather it all in at times.

Mother once told me that a close friend of hers was an artist and that "Anne" wanted to paint mothers portate. Mother didnt know what to make of it, her first comment being - "how long do I have to sit still for?". Well Anne sorted things out and managed to get a number of good photos of mother from different angles so mother only had to sit through a photo session. Many months went past before I heard anything else about the painting progress, until this 1 phone call mother mentioned it.... "Anne is almost finished but I dont like the way she has done my jaw/mouth" , I remember replying with words similar to "Artists take alot of latitude in there work mom!". Mother went on to say that Anne intended to submit the portrate in "The Archibald Prize" when it was finished... "The Archibald Prize" is the highest achievement for artists in Australia.
I dont recall much other detail than mother telling me it was finished and she liked the final result, still mentioning her chin in the portrate...

Anyway > as ive been going through mothers box's of paperwork and stories I find photo's tucked under here, lost/hidden in an envelope there etc.....

I Find This Photo of Mother & Her Portrate

.... the photo is dated 1998. I first found this photo in late January, I have never seen it before, nor have I seen the actual portrate. I knew the moment I saw this photo that I needed to find the artist and tell her of mothers passing.

Today I spoke with Anne for the first time as I had no contact details for her, it took some time to track her down. Anne wish's to pass on her deepest condolences to our family. Anne offered the fact that she still has the portrate proudly displayed in her gallery/studio. Anne and I spoke for half and hour about mother and the portrate, telling me that it made it to the final 20 in "The Archibald Prize". I made the enquiry and Anne agreed to sell the portrate to me. I wont be able to collect it until later in the year and I would not think of having it shipped to me for fear of damage. I look forward in the future to posting a picture of "this photo next to the portrate".

We Will Love You Always Mother

I Am My Mothers Son.

These are my memories of some conversations with mother..... I very well will be wrong in the opinion of some as to the accuracy of said conversations. I never met my grandparents. I'm not speaking on mothers behalf - or on the behalf of any other family member!

I invite other family members to fill in where I have no idea.....

I remember many times.....
Elisabeth talking about her parents, grandparents and family in general. Its funny how family life changes as we all get older, its also funny how things will always stay the same.

Mother and I became best of friends over the past 10 years, no topic was off bounds.... even if the replies were only 1 sentance and of a "candy coated" nature. Mother always managed to tell the truth to me when ever I asked it of her, though she was always considerate of the "big picture" as not to tell me lies or lead me astray.

Dont get me wrong, mother and I had our "moments", as all relationships do. Difference of opinion was never grounds for the doors of comunication to be closed, if anything, over time... just the opposite.

I dont realy recall anything "ver-batum" that mother said about her grandparents but I do remember many things she said about her parents.

Mothers father, Jonas (Grandpa Jo), was a quietly spoken person who's silent presence in the room alone, commanded great respect wherever they went. Jonas was drawn to fine detail, always in "quality control" mode ( in my opinion this shows in a chistmas pic, Jonas appears to be scrutinising the christmas tree decorations).

Grandmother Mable (Grandma Jo) was also a quiet lady until something was out of order, mother passed on memories of a stern mother who knew the difference between black and grey. Grandmother Mable was a solid homemaker but didnt feel quite as home camping as Granddad Jonas.

Through out my growing up were many hundreds of conversations about mothers children, grandchildren & great grandchildren.... "Yes mother! ... I know I was only 5 years old when your 1st grandchild was born".... "Thats g/c number 3" ..... "Im going to be a Great Grand Mother" ..... "Now we have "Moira" thats g/g/c number 5.... or is that 4 ... " .

The point to this post is that mother taught me patience and compassion and a sence of being.

Patience = The ability to question ones self with a solid sence of empathy.

Compassion = The understanding that everybody has bad memories of some sort, its all to easy to focus on the bad.... the best & most simplistic of things seem easily forgotten or set aside.

Sence of being = The ability after questioning yourself, when you find you were wrong... to put my hand up and take responsability for such...... and by the same token, if I am not in the wrong... a sence of being never to be wavered from what I belive is correct... yet all at the same time, always retaining the ability to re-question myself with an open mind.

I Will Love You Always.

I Am My Mothers Son.

You'r Not My Mom!!!!

The only beatings I remember were the ones I got from my big sister, Bobby. She use to chase me through the house and when she caught me she would wrestle me to the floor, put her pointed knees into the middle of back and beat me on the back of my head with her fists screaming at me at the top of her voice. I'd have bruises for days. In all honesty though, I deserved every beating I got. I was giving her the worst times in her worst of times and for that I would like to apologize to her.

Dale Paul

Memory from Dale. Elisabeth's Second oldest son.

Wait Till Your Father Gets Home

I remember it was in the fall of 1957. We were living on Uncle Harry’s Christmas tree farm up in the valley. Dad had put up the tree trimming and cutting tools for the winter.

I had a fascination for just how large of a branch the big loppers could cut through so I went to the shed and found a pair of long heavy loppers. They were an old pair, heavy steel with wooden handles. I started with small branches that had fallen from the big maple tree in the front yard and worked my way up to the front of the house, finding bigger branches as I went.

That’s when I saw it, the ultimate object to be tested. Now mom was always very forgiving and patient with us kids, but on the other hand dad wasn't.

I grabbed the loppers and spread the jaws apart, then set them on the ground. Being only five years old I didn't have the strength to control them while holding on at the wooden handles so I grabbed near the jaws and put them around my intended subject. At this point I could grab the wooden handles and pull the jaws shut, so I did.

Now mom, she always kept a close eye on us younger siblings and had this ability to suddenly appear from out of now where just as we were about to do some thing that could result in bodily harm to our selves. Through all the sparks I saw her standing there not knowing weather it was safer to grab the loppers or me first.

By the time mom made her decision I had already dropped them the ground and the sparks had subsided. I had cut the electrical wire that came from the transformer on the telephone pole to our house and down to the fuse box in the cellar. Mom swept me up in her arms and did a quick check of my senses, then cradled me giving thanks that she hadn't lost another child. The only thing that prevented me from being electrocuted were the wooden handles.

Mom never did tell any of us kids “Wait till your father gets home!” But I knew the thought must have been on her mind and I did see stars twice that day, the moment those cutters touched the wires and then again when my father got home.

Love -n- hugs
Dale -N- Nette

A Tribute to Betty from her Loving Husband Kevin

Note from Joe: Kevin has asked me to publish this following Tribute To Elisabeth. I have endevoured to copy his notes word for word.... though I have added a couple of comments of my own > They appear between the brackets (here)... I also have added the pics.

I met Elisabeth, who most of you know as Betty, because of her desire to teach writing.

In a way I had been introduced previously. A lady playing croquet at Toronto had spent a couple of hours on the court, with continuing enthusiastic comments about her Order of The Eastern Star Choir - particularly its dynamic leader, the same Elisabeth.

I was a widower, following my first wife's long series of illnesses. It soon became apparent that Elisabeth and I were, in some ways, kindred spirits. We were both lonely, we had more life to live. We enjoyed travel. We visited each others homes and soon resolved to walk towards the sunset together.

We married in November 2000 and settled in my home of over 40 years in Gloucester, New South Wales.

Elisabeth soon became as one with the group I had known for many years. She maintained her OES connections with both Great Lakes and West Lakes Chapters. She was invited to speak about American Indians at PROBUS. Later she took a turn at President of PROBUS. We attended the Uniting Church in Gloucester, but once a month Elisabeth was the Organist at the Presbyterian Church. She gave classes in Creative Writing and soon learned to play Croquet. Her computer was her means of staying in touch with her family and friends - especially those in the States. Of course, Elisabeth continued to be an enthusiastic choir member.
We still found time to travel.

Elisabeth found Gloucesters climate oppressive. It was very hot in summer, to compensate it was even colder in winter! Her emphasima did not help.

We began to look for homes in a Retirement Village. After some false starts we settled on a New Home at Greenbank Gardens Village, near Brisbane Queensland.

Like elsewhere, Elisabeth soon settled. She met the neighbours and it was delightful to hear her play popular tunes on her beloved Roland Electric Piano. She turned our house into a home.

We went on arranged bus tours to get to know our surroundings. We moved on to public buses and trains for the same purpose. We attended functions in the Village hall and visited Joe and Sonya at Tweed Heads.

Elisabeth continued her teaching of Creative Writing to some grateful students localy. Elisabeth soon joined the local, Beauview Chapter 218 - Order of The Eastern Star.

We continued to travel, to Cairns in Far Northern Queensland (this trip has a storey in it self!) , to Canberra to visit Judy, to Fiji, to Perth in Western Australia......

Some eighteen months before Elisabeths passing she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer and underwent a mastectomy and recovered with flying colours. Yet her general health was declining. I recall telling others that I was having better luck healthwise than was she. Even still, it was a tremendous shock to learn in August 2006 that Elisabeth had advanced and incurable Pancreatic Cancer. The best of care eased her suffering but Elisabeth passed away peacefully on December 14, 2006.

Elisabeths daughter Barbara, visiting from overseas, her son Joe and I was present during the Dr's diagnosis and prognosis. Her family gave all possible loving care and support. Dorie flew out from the States for a week and visited daily, Judy and her son Brett flew up from Canberra for 2 weeks. Joe was the bastion of support, traveling up from Tweed Heads most days and communicating with the family to keep then informed daily.

Two inspiring Thanksgiving Services were held for her wonderful contibutions to life. One here in Brisbane, Qld at Browns Plains Presbyterian Church and the other at the Goucester Uniting Church in NSW. Elisabeths ashes were divided into Two earns. One is buried in Gloucester and, as specially requested, Joe and Judy scattered the contents of the other in the beautiful Jamison Valley, Katoomba NSW. (Mothers Final Bushwalk)

I am ever so grateful to have shared a few years of Elisabeth's dynamic company!
I am amoungst the many people who will always dearly miss her and love her.

Kevin Mobbs

God has not promised
skies always blue,
flower-strewn pathways
all our lives through,
God has not promised
sun without rain,
joy without sorrow,
peace without pain.

But God has promised
strength for the day,
rest for the labour,
light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
help from above,
unfailing sympathy,
undying love.

* Annie Johnson Flint *

END-TABLE!!!!.... crash!

I remember when I was about 4 years old [31 years ago...(ouch)] chasing Jude and Joe around inside the house...... We were told not to do this but.... we did. And yes.... I went head first into the end-table…. Still have the scar.

I was bleeding a lot from the forehead… I remember my father taking me upstairs to the bathroom and putting a damp washcloth on my head. My Nan came in and took over (of course). I was OK until I saw that my Nan had a worried look on her face. Then she said this word I’d never heard (used for people), “stitches”. I don’t remember much after this…

Visit to speak with Mum at Echo Point.

My loving husband is taking me to Echo Point for Mother's Day this year. He understands what a major loss loosing my Mum is to me, and he thinks spending Mother's Day with her there will help me come to better terms with her passing.
I am looking forward to it but at the same time I know how hard it will be to visit there again. We will also be making plans for a family reunion at "The Valley" hopefully for the end of the year. But that has yet to be spoken of further in detail.
This is a treasured photo of Mum, Joe and his wife Sonya and myself at Mum and Kevin's wedding photo sitting at a local park in Gloucester.

I love you Mum..
I miss you everyday..

The Oldest Photo of any Fuller ....

Ive Found It!!!!
"The Original Rotogravure of Jonas and Clarissa Fuller dated 1846"
Jonas was born in 1792- Monkton VT and is burried in Bolles Cemetary, Susquehanna County PA - near Laceyville PA.
Edit Added 27/2/07 - Email from Jim
Hi Joe
I remember it now, Mom has shown it to me many times. Now I have faces to go with those headstone pictures.
The Cemetery is The Bolles-Fuller Cemetery, so the big steel State Marker Sign states, in Susquehanna County. An Indian name. The town it's near, well, about 15 miles from, is Laceyville, Named after the Lacey Familey.......... Mom used to know Doctor Lacey. Lacey, Wick and Fuller are the major names there. Laceyville is on Rt. 6, if you blink your eyes when going on the road, then you will miss Laceyville, a rather small place. There is a feed store for cattle, Wickes Lumber and a small food store along with a few small shops, post office and 2 gas stations.
Jim and Jane
Edit Added 28/2/07 - Email from Jim
The United States Census for 1850 Susquehanna County in the state of Pennsylvania Auburn Township
Name Sex Age Born
FULLER Jonas m 57 VT
FULLER, Clarissa f 42 VT
FULLER, Harriet f 11 PA
FULLER, Charles m 10 PA
FULLER, Josiah m 8 PA
FULLER, Clarissa f 12-Sep PA
Josiah was Mom's Great Grandfather.

The photo is amazing to look at.... it is inlaid in a pressed metal frame... the photo itself is a "Rotogravure" , one of the very first publicly availably printing types of photos. Its printed on a waffer thin sheet of metal with gold embossing around it and has a "laminating" type of coating over it......
This very unique and historical family item has been bequethed by mother to our oldest brother Jim.
Edit Added 1/3/07
FULLER, Jonas > died 26 January 1882; 89 years 9 months 26 days
GAR 1861-65; sign by the grave, the gravestone records Soldier of 1812
FULLER, Clarissa Main > died 3 October 1883; 76 years 10 months 27 days

Family Holidays

I thought I would post this pic here as well as the photo album ... hoping that seeing this photo would inspire my older brothers and sisters to add some memories ....

Grandfather Jonas / Grandmother Mable / Mother Elisabeth & Aunt Sylvia
"Taken at Taughannock Falls State Park NY 1939"

Legend of The Three Sisters

Long ago in the Blue Mountains there lived three little Aboriginal sisters. They were Meenhi, Wimlah and Gunnedoo, whose Witch Doctor father was called Tyawan.

Only one creature was feared by all – the Bunyip who lived in a deep hole. When Tyawan had to pass the hole, he would leave his daughters safely on the cliff behind a rocky wall. One day, waving goodbye to his daughters, he descended the cliff steps. On top of the cliff a big centipede suddenly appeared and frightened Meehni, who threw a stone at it. The stone rolled over the cliff and crashed into the valley.

Birds, animals and fairies stopped still as the rocks behind the three sisters split open, leaving them on a thin ledge.
The Three Sisters

The angry Bunyip emerged to see the terrified sisters. In the valley, Tyawan saw the Bunyip close to his daughters, so he pointed his magic bone at the girls and turned them to stone. The Bunyip then chased Tyawan, who found himself trapped, so he changed himself into a Lyre Bird. Everyone was safe, but Tyawan had dropped his magic bone. After the Bunyip had gone, Tyawan searched and searched for his bone – and he is still searching.

The Three Sisters stand silently watching him from their ledge, hoping he will find the bone to turn them back to Aboriginal girls.

As you look at the Three Sisters, you can hear Tyawan – the Lyre Bird – calling his daughters as his search for the lost bone continues.

Some Nice Pictures Here
Fabulous Moving Panarama Here

A sign from Mum ?

We have been having a few storms over the last few days. Nice cool to warm days and thunder and rain in the afternoons and evenings. Mum always loved thunder and lightening. When I was a small child Mum used to say " Judy my girl, Don't be scared. It's only GOD and the ANGLES bowling. "

Well we were driving in the car over the weekend and I was staring out the window thinking of Mum. (All this thunder and lightening have kept Mum even closer in my thoughts.) Off in the distance I started to hear thunder. As I always do I said " I love you Mum ". And just as I finished saying it a massive bolt of lightening hit the tree in the padock we were driving past. It was like Mum answered me by asking GOD to show me a lightening strike up close.

I know this is an eveyday occurance, but it's something I have never before seen. Like everyone else I have seen lightening strikes on TV but never have I seen it so close in real life. You could say it was just good timing and luck...

But I like to think it was A Sign From Mum..
Saying to keep our chins up and smile...
She's watching over us..

I am finding it very difficult to find my balance without you Mum.
But I will try to keep my chin up and smile for you..
I love you and miss you terribly Mum.


I was re-reading some emails i've sent over the months and this one brought tears to my eyes, composed and sent 6 hours before mothers passing ...... I could feel our mothers last strengths helping me write this to everybody...... Ill now do as I said then ..... Continue to Share It!!!!

cc: 13/12/2006 - Family Email -

Today was a day of contrast and reflection.... refelections of yesterday and yesteryear....

Yet again I find myself driving home in a numb & mindless state, remembering that there was a car on fire on the highway, a huge traffic jam.... then arriving home 10 mins later... (was actually 1hr45mins)....
Get inside and Sonya has poored me a nice stiff whisky and greets me with a warm hug... I now find myself doing todays email....
Only now in the past 60 mins of being home do I see the real thoughts ive had throughout the day (inc yesterday)....

Our ever proud Matriarc in laying bed with her husband at her side (yesterday his son as well).... and 1 of her sons at the other...

What a contrast of lives and crossing of loves, what a reflection of history and pronounced marks of respect.... each and every one different in its starting culture....

The respect of Kevins family with the "Stiff Upper Lip" British culture brings with it the Regality of our Matriarc.... the treatment Our Princess has always deserved! .....

aaannd then you have me! ..... in my way.... respecting our mother in the manner we were all taught....
As Sad A Time As This Is ..... this is mothers encore! .... soaking up every bit of love that she has ever shared with any and everybody she has ever come in contact with....

Mother taught me that this is also a time to Rejoyce & Reflect .....
Reflect on the "Loves Of Elisabeth" .... for Elisabeth Loved So Much .... far to numerious to list in a 100 page email .... Mother Loves the memories of her childhood happy times, her growing up, her past family and history thereof... her adventure, challanging her fears, mother loved her writting, her skating, her OES & her Faith.... most of all..... Mother Loved Her Children, Grand Children, Great Grand Children.... most of all..... Mother Loved Her Family & Her Friends....

Mother taught me to Rejoyce in the Love that Others Have Shared! ..... And Continue To Share It!!!!

The contrast realy stood out today.... for I more than ever could not stop talking to mother, caressing her, touching and kissing her, wetting her brow and wrists, dribbling drops of juice from a straw onto her tounge...... passing on every email (all 18+ of them... SRZ... I didnt print any out... I did them from memory after reading them here at possative ive missed NONE!) ..... I could not stop telling her of the Love returning to her in Every Email!! ..... I could not stop re-assuring her that my tears were only on the outside as on the inside I could see all the rest of the family whom have waited 80yrs to meet Elisabeth Fuller in person..... that mother will soon have the chance to play with Carol Maree and open Christmas presents with the 1 child she has not, go shooting with her dad again ..... I could not stop reassuring her that Our Lord knows exactly what her favorite foods are and that he will not overcook a thing and.... he guarentees mother a chair next to Jesus.

For as much as I am me and I show it.... I could not help but have a conciousness that Kevin was having the same reflections.... though from the other side of the mirror...... Reflecting on his steadfastness at mothers side "come all" ! ...... his son also reflecting their family culture..... ever so much Love and Re-assurance, through the eyes of their upbringing and culture.....

I can very much admire this trait, very dignified and honourable.... Very Regal !

Mothers adventures and journeys, but only here on earth, have turned the corner of her last path.... step by step without movement the Gates of Heaven become near..... only Mother and Our Lord knows how bright The Gate's Glow.

May we all pray for the Peace, Tranquility and Strength for Mother during these... her last steps and breaths of human live.... before she forever flys with the angels and dines with Our Lord.

Magnetic Attraction

We were settled in the western suburbs and had already done a few train trips into the "Big Smoke" of Sydney and seen the harbour. It wasnt long after we arrived in Australia when mothers instinct to roam the bush started to kick in again. Now with having a car mother started to look further afield and found this place called "The 3 Sisters"... with a cute sounding village out in the mountains named Katoomba.

With a small amount of research (mother's speciality) mother had concluded it would be a nice days return trip for a BBQ in the mountains to see who the 3 sisters are! The 3 Sisters are in Jamison Valley... part of the "Blue Mountains", a small (by comparison) mountain chain that runs the entire east coast of Australia, North <> South.

It was during one of these early visits that mother "knew" that this was the place she truly felt at home... and the place she wanted to call her final home.

As at this stage I havnt found any pics of very early visits..
This pic was taken in 1996, mother lived alone in Morriset and asked if I would drive her out again to visit the mountains.
Instead of the now "Old Fashion" BBQ, mother and I stopped in Katoomba and had a fabulous lunch of "Reef & Beef" ... (steak/prawns/calimari & a nice sauce).

After lunch we went for a walk throught the tracks, we managed to get ourselves 50% of the way down to the bottom of the valley where there is this beautifull water fall and still deep pool. We sat there for ages chatting about everything as we always did.... mother contemplating her future before wonderfull Kevin came along, the rest as they say, is history ... except for 1 other note worthy mention....

After mother moved into Kevins house in Gloucester, when we would visit eachother, mother would allways say what fond memories she has of visits to Jamison Valley.

About 6 months after Mother & Kevin married I told them of my plans to move to Northern New South Wales to build and open an Aquarium shop. Mother asked if I could find the time to make another trip to "The Valley".

March 2001 would be her last visit to "The Valley" before Mothers Final Bushwalk on 29/12/2006.

I miss you so terribly mother....

Its Time to Stand Up !

Mother, Judy and I arrived a couple of hours earlier, set up camp, sorted what we were going to have for dinner. Mother loved camping on the beach at "Blue Lagoon Caravan Park" just at the start of Xmas holidays 1979 .... this was her 4th or 5th visit, with and without us kids ..... mother loved camping fullstop!

Judy was at the beach swimming and mother was about to go to the local shop in the caravan park. "Mom" I said, "Can I come for a walk to the shop with you?", "Sure" mother replied. "I neeeed to taaalk to yyou" I shyly stuttered... "About girls?" mother questioned "I was wondering if the time would come that you would ever ask me anything about girls?" .... "No!No!No! .... not about girls mom"..... "I need to tell you something you know already" I continued ... "Its time to stand up to you and Rodger and I thought that this would be the easiest start, as I know I cant.. and dont want to avoid the issue with him" ..... "What Issue!!?" mother exclaimed.....
Nervously but confident sounding I said... "Smoking" .... "I know, that you know I smoke cigi's!" .... "Ive always bought mine with my own money, never daring to steel any of yours or his".... "And I dont want to sneek off anymore to have a cigi" ... "I want to quietly sit on the verandah and have a smoke when I want!"...

By the time we reached the shop mother was deadly silent, we walked in mother grabbing a loaf of bread at the door continuing to the fridge for some milk in silence. We reached the checkout and I had stratigicaly and purposefully placed myself in front of mother in the line. As the lady said "Next!" and mother was putting the shopping on the bench, I interupted with "I'll have a packet of Winfield Blue for me and a packet PallMall for my mother please!" ... both the checkout clerk and mother turned their heads towards me... "I will also have a lighter please" I added with a smile... the clerk looked at mother and mother shrugged her shoulders with some minor level of approval.

Silence followed us out the door where I stopped and opened my cigi's, took one out and lit it! "How do you feel" mother asked .... "Never been so nervous... ever!" I muttered .... then that very well known and extremely formidable index finger pointing and shaking began... "Well Joe, if you are going to smoke then you have to do it in front of us... No burning down the house! and if "his magesty" says No, then im left in a very tight spot I hope you understand" mother exclaimed as the nodding finger continued longer than the words.... "No smoking in the bedrooms or garage" "And if you litter them in the yard then you have me to answer too!" mother explained, trying to be "hard" on me.

I was a very.... let us say "out there" teenager who knew no fear or no bounds. I made my own rules and suffered the consiquences, but that is another story not for these pages..... suffice to say, mother had her hands full with me, if I wasnt on one end of the rollercoaster I was on the other end or perhaps even on top ... either way rarely a happy medium.

For the remainder of our holiday mother was never off my back, not for her personal preference, but trying to avoid the enevitable "nuclear blast" that would occur on our return home.
"So Joe, what are you going to do when we get home?", "Talk to him about it?", "You know he wont take kindly to it!" .... mother continued to pedanticaly voice the many angles as they swarmed her mind..... "Im going to do exactley as I did with you mother" ....

2 blocks from home I lit a cigi and as we drove into the driveway I waved to him with cigi in hand.... He walked up to me when we got out of the car... "You know I smoke so im going to smoke in front of you from now on"... "So dont think about your "10 cigar trick" .... it wont work" I sounded out with confidence.
I think that was the first time mother walked with me side by side as we sidestepped "his magesty" gobsmacked as we unpacked our camping gear.

A Great Spark

The biggest thing that I remember about my Nan is her spark. She will always tell you EXACTLY what she is thinking! I need to be more like her in this way. She had [still has I'm sure] a really strong will.

Eldridge Park Lake

I recently found these tid bits of mothers......

Local rumor had it that Eldridge Lake was bottom-less. Well, my dad, Jonas Fuller decided to find out. During the winter of 1937/8 when the lake was frozen, he drew a map of the lake marking a line across it with 'X's' about 40 feet apart. Being a fisherman, he dug out a lead 'sinker' of one pound weight.

Then he rolled about 200 feet of sturdy fish line to a hand line reel and tied the sinker to the end.

"Alright, Elisabeth," he said to me, "We're going fishing. Put on warm clothes and boots. Don't tell your mother or she'll claim I've gone nutty!"

My dad and I were close for father and daughter as he'd raised me as a boy, and I enjoyed such things. He had an old Willys Knight car we put our things in and drove to Eldridge Park near the place called the outlet near the railroad line. Dad had included a six inch auger to drill through the 2 foot layer of ice, a 100 foot measuring tape and his map of the lake with the 'x's marked on it.

The first hole was about 10 feet from shore and after Dad had dug the hole, he dropped in the sinker and waited for it to hit bottom, pulled it out, stretched the line on the ice, measured it and marked 10 feet on the first 'x'. We continued slowly across the lake stopping at each checkpoint. The fish line would freeze as soon as withdrawn so it was fast moving to get it laid out and measured so he could record it.

We proceeded across the lake from "X' to 'X' moving toward the old Dance Hall on the knoll across the lake. The deepest point was just past middle towards the western side. The mark on the chart was just over 100 foot deep. I remember someone from the Elmira Star Gazette taking our picture, and it could well be tucked away in the Archives there -- if the 1972 flood didn't destroy it.


My sister, Sylvia and I grew up during WWII times. Dad was janitor at the Telephone Co. in Wisnor Park and didn't make the BIG war time money. So a $.05 ride on the Merry-go-round on a Sunday afternoon was the high light of our lives. We did enjoy the Glider Grounds on Harris HIll, spent summer at the Youth Camp up there. Exploring the Revolutionary War Battle Grounds at Willawanna finding many arrow heads. HUGE thanks to all for restoration of memories. Long may Eldridge Park re-live!!!!

Eldridge Park Home Page
Memories Of Eldridge Park

Brand Park

How come you missed the huge swimming pool at Brand Park - south side of Madison Ave Bridge???!!!!

My grandmother lived just across the park on Horner St and I'd 'beg' a deposit $.05 milk bottle, cash it in and could swim all day!!! I'd walk down from the old No.9 School, through the tunnel and on down. Can't quite recall the lady who was the LifeGuard for years n' years but she sure kept those older teeners in line!!! MRS.....?? Anyone recall?
We could buy frozen candy bars at the tiny 'shop' in the park and chew on it for hours.

My dad used to bring me down here evenings after a good rain. Best time to catch the largest 'nightwalkers' for fishing you ever saw!!
When my youngest two kids and I were living on Lormore St, I'd bring them down, fasten them into baby swings and they'd almost get dizzy swinging.


Mothers Final Bushwalk

The trail down to this more private cliff outlook was littered with wild flowers and orchids, exactly as mother remembered and wished.... yellows, whites, violets and reds....

... Well I couldnt help but notice a very emotional moment that I had captured.... as Judy said, the Parrots and Cockatoos just came out of every where.... as if they too, were here to greet mother into her final home..... the pics of this parrot are not super clear as they were taken with 60secs of scattering mothers ashes, and I have blown them up to zoom in on the parrot.....

I have layed the 2 pics on top of each other making 1 pic for you to look at....
In the top pic the parrot is definately looking at Judy and I.... in the lower pic the parrot is definately watching the slowly drifting, floating and falling ashes of mother and on that same breeze, silently and majesticly blended into the "Blue Haze of Eternity".

Mothers final wish's are fullfilled.


We Will Love You Always