This is the edited memoir of my great grandmother Clara Wordsworth Webster (nee Sargood) (1864-1955) who grew up at Rippon Lea in Melbourne, the home built by her illustrious father, which is now a National Trust house and garden.
Poetic musings on the aesthetics of living without plastic as my mother and grandmother did until the 1960s.
In 1912, a well-brought-up young man on a new motor cycle (my grandfather) knocked a young boy over on an Auckland city street. For many months, the families lives intersected as court cases played out.
Amongst my mother's papers was a photo my grandmother had kept all her life of a young soldier who served in WW1. This is their story.