Thank you for the support during my little hiccough last week. As per usual, I am rather embarrassed by the melodramatic thoughts I have when I have a low (and hooley dooley, for a few hours there I had trouble seeing a speck of light. Sobbing in the work toilets really isn't a good look for anyone.)

I have finally started going through the pile of photographs that my father left with me to sort out (over a year ago *eek*)... some of them date back to the late 1800s. Just handed over in an envelope. That might not seem that old, and relatively I suppose it isn't, but even so... holding these photos of my Great Grandmother as a baby in 1892 is impressive. Especially considering that the area of Australia my father's family settled in wasn't 'settled' until the mid 1800s. I think looking at these photos suddenly makes history contract... Australian Federation seemed an eon ago (it was 1901), but my Great Grandmother, who I remember vaguely from my childhood, was alive to witness it. She was young, but she was alive. So suddenly, I have a direct link to Federation. Time becomes flexible... history becomes flexible...

There is a lot I'd like to write about history, and families... but it is very late, so I shall leave it until another time.

Until then.