Grammaretto - what magnificent scenery! And how wonderful to have such a place so close by. You are so fortunate to have those letters pertaining to your house's history. It's very special to know something of the people who lived and loved and maybe even died in the place. Houses definitely retain memories, somehow, don't they.
Kaimoana - love "The Pose"! Babies sure are uninhibited when it comes to being comfortable. Poor little girl-it must be grim, being small and hot and irritated by the heat. Your reviews gave me the knead for water after laughing so hard.
"Mamissimo* - what an interesting occupation. Family histories are just so fascinating. Yes, to the Ulster folk's doughty disposition. An old lady of the extended family whom I knew very well came out to NZ on the last sailing ship bringing immigrants - the "Lady Jocelyn", in what was called "the Ulster Plantation", in the 1880s. Amazing that sailing ships were still doing the immigrant runs so very recently. It's so strange how time telescopes as one ages - what seemed like so very long ago as a child - 100 years - suddenly is quite modern. When I was a young teenager, I chatted to an elderly lady who remembered the massive eruption of Mt Tarawera, near Rotorua, in 1886. She was 5 years old, and stood on a hill looking over the mountain, some 30 miles away. The night became as day, she said, sky seemed on fire, and massive lightning strikes through the billowing ash clouds. The ash still lies thick on the landscape, under the luxuriant grass which results from volcanism. It's easily identifiable, being purple-ish, in the scores of eruption layers which I became well acquainted with when I was volunteering as a field archaeologist in my youth when my knees permitted
Still no news from Tonga, though there seems to be considerable damage. Just awful. Such an isolated place, and water becomes a really serious issue. When Mt Ruapehu erupted in 1996, my neighbours very kindly rushed out and disonnected the roof rain water supply of my little holiday home by Lake Rotoiti - ash getting in the water tank is very polluting with sulphuric acid. When I arrived to survey the damage, I had to shovel piles of ash off the verandah, and climb on the roof with rubber gloves and trowels to clean out the thick ash mud from the guttering. It doesn't bear thinking of, those poor people, homeless, frightened, isolated, out of communication with the outside world.
On that cheerful note, I'll go and collect the eggs and have another coffee, just because.