Matthew Jones, Jonesy, THE Matt Jones, most of my memories growing up involve the group of all of us kids. Summer break, Christmas holidays spent at each other’s houses. One group moment is the lip synch comp and we did whatta man, by salt and pepa. Matt sang the feat rapper part (anybody have a clue who that dude is??) and not only did he know ALL the words he also perfectly timed a flip of his cane resulting in the greatest lip synch performance this family has ever seen.
Apart from inventing games and running around I also remember Matt being a solid partner in crime. There was a day around our kitchen table on Kirby st with a hotly contested spoons tournament happening. It’s unclear whether it was me or Matt who came up with the idea but we were unstoppable once we figured all we needed was some extra spoons on the bench beside us. Always wanted to be on your team for games day
There is another time which gave me a more potent impression of you even if the specifics of the memory are vague to me. We came to Brockville one year and the jones’ were still in school. I remember going to their school and shadowing them to some classes, not sure which ones exactly but the overall vibe walking through the halls, was that Matt was the coolest!! I remember thinking he was friends with everyone and they all had nicknames for him. I don’t think I was in high school yet but it left an impression on me about my upcoming years in big school. If I could be a little like him I’d be alright.
Merry Christmas everyone! Love you all
First time I met Cory was on the visit to Canada when Matt was in hospital. We made it to Brockville and everyone was obviously occupied, so young master Cory was my guide to the mean streets of B’Ville.
Told me about a pretty big concert coming up on the river. Showed me the field going down to the river. Took me to a random mini putt, which I’m not mad at.
Cut to a couple years later, we’re back for a visit and I’m expecting my mini friend Cory to greet me. And somehow he’s now big Cory, I don’t know... I guess it’s science or something, but this dude is now a full metre taller than me. And ripped. Not sure what he was trying to prove. Hahahaha
That same trip we took a ride to Hamilton, we left todd and him there and Kez and I went to Windsor. Came back to find Cory and Todd wrestling it out, who knows maybe they were wrestling the entire time we were gone.
Ps I do remember Cory getting his four minute bike lesson and immediately riding that scooter off the into the rice paddy in Bali ??? here’s to future good times!
I'm pretty sure this would sound much better if I was able to write it in my native language, but hopefully it's at least understandable 😉
Meeting mrs Diane 🙂
Actually my first contact with D was to get her to send me a bag I really wanted but wasnt available to Croatia, everything went smooth...but to be honest Im not even sure if I ever payed her back..hm hmmm (did I ?)
Few months later, Todd and I knocked on their door. I remember I was not nervouse because of meeting her yet not being able to understand her nor have a normal conversation without me saying: what?! what did you say?! how do you mean?!
And just as I expected, her english was a new accent added to my english list 😉 she was suprisingly warm strait on first greet ( not like her sister E that didn't want to shake my hand ) :))) bubbly and confusingly pale/white. 😛 ( it's ok , later on she had a holiday and I understood that was just an english tan) two minutes after we were in the kitchen having a tea, yup a tea... It's a thing in England,and I HATE tea (few days later I only had bicuits , without a tea) but couldn't just say no , it was the first time I see her. We chatted for hours, she showed us the house and gave advice about what to visit or see in Liverpool ( yes John , you helped us too ;))
all in all we had a lovely time and they treated us as their family, she was there for anything.
I still didin't manage to understand her completely but I enjoyed the conversations we had while having the dinner ( except Lilly not knowing what the star is :)))
The thing I admire about her the most is how warm and open she is to all the students and that even after whole day of working and teaching she comes home and take care of them and prepare meals...I mean, sometimes I cant be bothered to even fry an egg...she cooks all the time...yes she has a helper here and there but still. It's like adopting students on several months...bro..thats so exhausting :/
anyhow...probably the choice of my words (only ones I know) is poor, havent write in ages..but all in all mrs Diane you are a wonderful lady with and attitude but on the other hand warmest heart, I wish you to stay like this and be yourself forever. To never stop helping others, because they appreciate your effort, but maybe sometimes to give Josh or Joe a lil spank on the butt when they are hangover or moody and they don't treat you right 😉 (sorry Josh , Joe, I do love you guys ) thank you for everything, it's always a pleasure spending time with you.
Merry Christmas 🙂
with love... Z
PS thank you for making me eat a mince pie and help me realize that it doesn't involve MINCED MEAT :)))
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When I went to visit my dear uncle Paul in his home world of Norfolk, I could hardly have imagined spending a worse Jamaican Independence Day.
August 6, 2016 was an eventful day. I had joined my dear uncle on the construction site of some new homes being built near the Norfolk-Cambridgeshire border, and whilst there had enjoyed the pithy talk of some of the tradesmen on-site:
"Yoo sound like you're not fram around 'ere?"
No, I've come down from Liverpool to visit my uncle,
"Oh raight... 'Oos tha' then?"
Paul, he's one of the site managers on this plot
"O-o-o-h 'ee iz, izzy?"
A hearty laugh,
"Well," a knowing glance, "I best not go sayin' anythin' I oughn't to, then!"
Another hearty laugh followed by the foul stench of wet tobacco and burnt coffee that erupts from the air hole of gobby tradesmen.
I couldn't possibly know what the gap-tooth local could have meant at that moment in time. But later that evening...
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I later learned that dear uncle Paul enjoys celebrating special occasions with dark rum, the devil's lettuce, and loud Jamaican dance hall hits from the 90s and early noughties.
Me myself, I like being left alone and lying around being no trouble to anyone.
Neither of us got exactly what we wanted that night. But we did laugh about it afterwards...
I ended up passed out on the floor of the summer house in Paul's back garden, eagle spread across a bean bag and with not enough self-respect to remove myself from that sticky situation before my dear uncle came by to "...just check if you were - oh no!"
I classic Garrison eye-roll.
I managed a pathetic murmur before throwing myself up the stairs and around the sweet cold kiss of the porcelain pot...
In the morning, when I eventually woke up, I had a strong hot coffee and plenty to laugh about with Paul over breakfast...
Apparently both of us are fairly ridiculous (even if neither of us are ready to say it in so many words); we both enjoy disco and dancehall, and both have top-notch, really excellent, Soul Train-like dance moves.
In the end, I didn't learn anything about myself and neither did Paul. But we do from time to time mention Jamaican Independence Day at parties and gatherings, and titter childishly into our glasses...
It's a fond memory.
And my favourite memory of Paul.
Joes 1st visit to rastafarm chillin on the deck taking in the fresh country air
(puff puff give wake up Joe)
Diary 2018 fondest memory's Eileen and Koa
My fondest memory of Eileen would be the times we spend together cooking Philippine food, I always enjoy visiting the markets and asian shops with her where you can buy every food you can't get in Brockville, then going home and learning how to cook it all.
I'm also happy watching and hearing Eileen talk about what she is doing daily or every few days as she raises our beautiful grandson Koa, its a lot of photos and face time but i'm happy how much Eileen tries to involve us by telling us what Koa has been up to so we don't miss it all.
My fondest memory of Koa was the first time i saw his beautiful face and got to snuggle him in my arms such a wonderful feeling, as he is only 1 month and a little bit old memories are only just beginning....
Happy Christmas to All!!!!!
Todd, where to start, #1 Son, Boy Wonder, Rodney, Toddo.
Start at the beginning, born like so many other stars in Elliot Lake Northern Ontario Canada, now an excellent retirement community.
What a journey so far, so many countries, 5 and counting, even Henry recognizes you as a man of the world - when he was overheard explaining to Lucy, oh that's uncle Todd he lives all over the world, "but only in tiny houses".
So many memories, but my fondest is waking up to an overnight whats app message where Todd shared his epiphany, "that was that he had found his soul mate", not intending to embarrass him but after multiple messages and responding back and forth that morning, I concluded by offering these words of advice, sit yourself done, strap yourself in and hold the ferk on! I knew that it was only on-wards & upwards from that point.
I love you to bits Sunshine.
12 Days of Christmas & MEMORIES OF CALLUM
Hiding a rat named Dwizel in his bedroom for months…
Getting left behind after rowing practice in Brisbane and this was before mobile phones, so we were frantically trying to find him and had to call the police but eventually he did turn up about 4 hours later!
Coming home to find 2 dead Terrapins in the fish tank because Callum thought he was a Ninja Turtle and had attacked them by poking them with ornamental brass swords…
Callum sitting on the sofa with his arm outstretched eating a sandwich and Rambo happened to be passing by and quick as a flash ate it…
We were in Brisbane when we first told Callum he could finally get a dog only to burst in to tears when we told him it was going to have to be a poodle because of his allergies…..
7th Day Callum & his best mate Luke throwing knives in the backyard in Bahrain and pretending they were teenage mutant ninja turtles
Returning home on a full flight from Canada with Callum’s newly purchased electric guitar which had been stowed in the overheard cabin, it fell out on top of a passengers head after another passenger came looking for more cabin space. Poor lady had to get off the flight and seek medical attention
Arriving in Bali for the first time and Callum again insisting he wanted to buy a guitar, fortunately it was a light one and there were no plane incidents this time. But he spent the entire time getting heckled when we were out shopping in Kuta of all places after mentioning his name to the hustlers on the street!
Getting his nose pierced in Brisbane and then complaining that it wasn’t in the right position and wanting to go and get it changed right there and then
It was Jodies birthday and we went to an American style restaurant where there are peanuts on the floor and as we left he threw one and it hit Jodie right in the middle of her forehead…not happy!
“Winnie and Alle” signage in a pub which actually read Wine & Ale but Callum obviously misread it!
Callum had been messing around with one of Don’s new cameras, and later Don was sharing his experience of his new camera with a colleague and showing him some of the images, only to find photos of Callum with his shirt off and posing for the camera, the guy took some convincing to believe it was Don’s son and not some random photos of young boys!