Friendly Friday Photo Challenge: Revisited


A visit from a dear friend. I met Amanda, my special blog friend, and her daughter Heidi in 2013. I showed them around Upper Hutt and we had a lovely time together. It was as if we’re old friends. We couldn’t stop talking.

2013 Sawmillers & Stonestead

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Baby Talk: Baby sitting

A cold and windy morning.

We played and watched some Piggy movies.



Bea was tired but, no time to rest!

Buzy bee all the way!

Baby Talk: Home sweet home

After six weeks away from home the girls had a lot of sleep to catch up on. It was summer in London and they came back to a cold and frosty New Zealand last Monday.

I visited the girls on Thursday. Beatrix was still sleeping and I did not see her.

Today I went for a cup of tea. Bea was her busy self. I could not take good photos of her because she kept on moving and watching my phone. The light wasn’t that good too.

Here she is!

One week and she will be 6 months!



With Daddy and Trompie




Baby shower/stork party/ooievaars-tee

Today was Stella, my daughter in law’s baby shower. The house was decorated in a wonderland of owls, toadstools, balloons and sweet treats.

Pressies galore


Stella enjoying opening the parcels.


We made some elephants using towels.

Baby cake!

The mother to be.


A big thank you toStella’s mother and sister Melissa for organising this awesome shower.







I walked all day with the idea to tell how good it feels to mean something to a five-year-old girl.

Yesterday was my last,  late afternoon,  taking care of the last kids. I had been the manager of the Pre- and Post-school centre. I had to stay till six  at night. Parents are supposed to be fined if they collect their children after six. Some stretch it up to the last minute.

Well, I had to wait till after six yesterday before this little girl was picked up by her grandmother. No explanation or apology.

Fortunately, I was in no hurry to go home. Violet, was worried why her mother did not come. I just explained that she probably had to work late.

Violet is a unique little girl. Stubborn as a donkey, outspoken and very curious, cheeky too, yet very brilliant because she is most of the time in her grandparents’ care.

All the other kids were gone by  quarter past five yesterday. I, while waiting, played games on an iPad. The last two children had gone, and I stood up to see if the PlayStation was properly turned off. My iPad still on the table. When I turned my back,  Violet slipped onto my chair, and I heard her playing on my iPad.

I said, “No, no, don’t   play my game!”

She answered, “No, I ‘m playing another game.” (She quickly took another iPad and supposedly started playing) I turned around again, and she played mine again.  I did just like her and blew up my cheeks and looked angry at her. (She thoroughly enjoyed my reaction) I went back to the table and said I want my seat back. She moved on to the next  chair. We played my game because I  supposedly could not play the game and she knew how. (What adults won’t give up to make the little ones happy.) We played for a  while. Very excited Violets put one leg halfway on my lap. We enjoyed playing-she won the steps each time with a little help from me. In the end, she sat on my lap. Violet had forgotten that her mother had not turned up yet. Sy was very satisfied and happy.

This brings me to the real part of the story. Violet is a five-year-old girl, no father, the mother still very young. Her grandparents are doing their best to keep an eye on her. She feels uncertain of her circumstances. She has the cutest face, speaking blue eyes.

I feel so grateful and fortunate to be able to cherish this tiny girl. All she asks is a little bit of love and trust. She totally believes in me. She will, for example, come to me and tell me if something is wrong. How can adults hurt, harass or even kill a child like this? It’s so unfair.

Children are so fragile and vulnerable.

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Day 5 : HOME ;: 31 days of FMFW

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Day 5


Home is where my heart is.

I love my own place. It has everything I need to keep me happy. I never was an outgoing person. My Home was always since I can remember the best place to be. My best home was after my wedding in 1980 to live in a “park home”. It was small but still big enough to have three bedrooms, bathroom and open plan kitchen lounge.  It was also fully furnished. We had to store all my belongings from my flat in the two empty bedrooms. The door was so small to get the furniture in we had to use the window which was a bit wider!

Today I have only basic things in my unit. They are all second hand. New furniture is to expensive. I still love my own home best, no matter how it looks.

It is my safe haven and I enjoy every moment being here.  


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Photography 101: Day one: My home – orientation

Photo 101 starts with My Home

Home is elusive. When we think about this word, we might picture different physical locations. And while home is often found on a map, it can also be less tangible: a loved one, a state of mind.

My home on a map(real place)

My home & Trompie in the window
My home & Trompie in the window

My home
My home

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Everything is quiet. The big circus tent is empty except…..

Outstretched in the middle of the arena is someone. His face, colored in red, blue and white. Coco the clown. He is so exhausted after the nights performance. He can hardly get up but has a big smile on his face. Happiness shines from his watery blue eyes. He feels so happy he could go on dancing forever.

Coco was a lonely old man most of his adult life. He loved to make people happy and let them laugh. This evening was not different. He started his performance as usual. Suddenly he saw the young mother with her disabled son in the front row. They were thoroughly  enjoying the performance. After some minutes Coco realized, it was his daughter and grandson. The thought at first overwhelmed him but then he let go and gave it his all.

After the show they waited for him and they were going to come back and visit him the next day.

Now, the only thing Coco can do is wait for tomorrow. No  matter how tired he feels now. Tomorrow  is going to be the best day of his life.

Three years of blogging!

Today February 18 was my fathers birthday.

Today three years ago I started blogging as Scrapydo.

3 Year Anniversary Achievement

Happy Anniversary with!
You registered on 3 years ago!
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!
Thank you I enjoy blogging with you.
I am grateful to be here.