Last day in the old home

Alexx had come to find it almost impossible to negotiate the steep stairs to the old Coogee family home where he had lived for 61 years (barring his months in Nimbin and Japan). So while I rushed around making last minute preparation for the removalist, he went "next door" to the main part of the house and spent what would surely now be his last hours in the old house, sitting in the sunny little kitchen talking with his brother George.

Originally, the kitchen of the main house was the sun veranda. When Alexx's dad died in the fifties, his mum had the house split to take in boarders. the real kitchen became the kitchen of the "flat" and so a little kitchenette was made out of the sun veranda for what remained of the main house. Although narrow, it enjoyed the veranda's north facing position and was a delightfully sunny place to have brekky on a Sunday morning.

Not long after, while our furniture was moved out to the waiting truck, Alexx made the difficult struggle down the stairs for the last time. A sad end but a joyful beginning.

Ours!

Well ours...and the credit union's! Who would have thought. We're home - at last! Our very "own" patch of mother earth (well stata title anyway!) to push down roots!