I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from the fridge; in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn’t need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where a pen’orth of sweets was sold
Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it…I’m just getting old?

I remember the ‘loo’ was the lav
And the bogey man came in the night,
It wasn’t the least bit funny
Going “out back” with no light.

The interesting items we perused
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of
And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

ANON

REST IN PEACE ROBIN WILLIAMS, YOUR WIT BROUGHT HUMOUR INTO MANY LIVES.

YOU WILL BE MISSED

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Kisor Chetty (25-12-1944 to 29-10-2013)

“Kisor was an FNPF pensioner, former Deputy Government Statistician, partner of Seona Smiles, and one of the great multiracial fellows around whose company and friendships knew no racial boundaries, as the attendance his funeral service testified.   Kisor’s life is a great story, and God knows that we need some things to cheer us up in the midst of all the gloom that we pensioners face in Fiji today.”

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On the 11th hour, on the 11th day, of the 11th month we will stand in silence and honour you for all that you gave, for all that you lost in order for what we all stood to gain and today take for granted.

We salute you

Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye 
Cheerio, here I go, on my way 
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye 
Not a tear, but a cheer, make it gay 
Give me a smile I can keep all the while 
In my heart while I’m away 
Till we meet once again, you and I 
Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye

TO THE CURRENT FIJI FLAG AND ALL THE GOOD MEN AND WOMEN WHO DIED SERVING UNDER IT

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.

Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them.