S: Ann Joan George - Beloved Mother, Grandmother and God's Faithful Child
FC: Ann Joan George | Born April 23, 1943
1: "We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have." FREDERICK KEONIG
4: The Walsh Family Poem About the old home and place where we all grew up. About the days both good and bad. Where we walked for miles to school each day. Through the rain and sleet and cold. Our overalls were hand-me-downs, our shoes were full of holes. We have seen the nights when our mother would cry. For the things her children never had. But all she got was the bad land farm. And ten hungry mouths to feed. And yet our home fire never flickered once, Because when all these things went wrong, Mother would take the Bible down and say a Prayer for us all. Noel left home first I guess, then Moira then Pat. By then Dad had gone to God's care. So had Kevin and Brian, as God had called them to his golden throne. Next Ann left; Dorothy then Peter, John and Allan. The old house not standing anymore, but we all like to see the land. Then all the memories come flashing back. They were the greatest days of all. Precious memories of our dear mother will stay in our souls for ever more.
5: Dearest Mother & Father
6: The love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes. Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins, Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror - The wide brown land for me! A stark white ring-barked forest All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon. Green tangle of the brushes, Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops And ferns the warm dark soil. l;/ | Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky, When sick at heart, around us, We see the cattle die - But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady, soaking rain. Core of my heart, my country! Land of the Rainbow Gold, For flood and fire and famine, She pays us back threefold - Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze. An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land - All you who have not loved her, You will not understand - Though earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly. | My Country By Dorothea Mackellar
7: Ann Walsh 13 November 1949
8: Grant Me! By Ann Joan George 15 September 1983 | Grant me; Dear Lord! Wisdom, Wisdom to understand another's need. To change those things I can and to know how to improve those things I can't. Yea! Lord; Grant me wisdom, So that I may never underestimate man's ability or his capabilities, that I may see only what a man may become. Grant me; Dear Lord! Love. Love that I may reach out and help the helpless, the poor in heart, That I may never know anger against my fellowmen. That my love may be boundless, That it may know no colour, creed or race, Yea, Lord! Grant me love. Grant me; Dear Lord! Compassion. Compassion that I may never standby whilst my fellow humans suffer, That I may be moved to the bowels of my being and stretch forth my hand to help all I can, To push my body, mind and soul to the limit To ease someone's suffering increase my own if need be. Yea, Lord! Grant me Compassion. Grant me, Dear Lord! Fear, Fear that I may know the real danger of the evil master and his wicked plans. That I may never fall into a complacent way of living, of thinking. That I might be aware each minute of everyday, That he and his angels are scheming and planning a way to ensnare me. That I may ever be aware. Yea, Lord! Grant me fear. Grant me, Dear Lord! Kindness, That I may smile on the Elderly, the sick and the maimed. That through every day kindness may emit from my very being. That no one will take offense at any of my words or doings. Kindness that will spread from me to thee. Till the whole world is spreading kindness . Yea, Dear Lord! Give me kindness. Grant me; Dear Lord! Strength. Strength that I may pick myself up after I fall. That I may have the strength to carry my brother when he is down. Strength to bare his burdens as well as mine, Until he is strong enough to carry his own. Strength to shoulder all and my responsibility that I may be given. Yea, Lord! Grant me, strength. | Grant me, Dear Lord! Courage. Courage to do all the things a man needs to do to return to Thee. Courage to stand alone, to be an individual to be different. Courage to seek out truth and live it. Yea, Lord! Grant me Courage. Grant me ; Dear Lord! Honesty. Honesty that in all my dealing with men, I may be absolutely fair. That I may never bring another down to build myself up. That I may never use another ruefully to bring myself gain. Help me to have an honest heart, a clear mind so no dishonest thought may enter my heart. Grant me; Dear Lord! Faults. Faults that I might recognise, my own failings before I see others. That I may admit my faults freely without finding fault in others. That my weaknesses may become strengths as I recognise them. That I may never hurt another, especially those I love by blaming my faults on them. Yea, Lord! Grant me, Faults Grant me; Dear Lord! Peace of Mind. That my thoughts of others may always be clean. That I may know, I have not inflicted any unkind thing on anyone. Grant me; Dear Lord! Understanding. Understanding; which though I have Love, Compassion, Kindness, Strength, and Wisdom, yet understanding eludes my troubled heart. My head and senses tell me one thing, yet my heart is in conflict and see things differently. My head rationalises, but my heart says what it feels. I may reason for many hours and feel relief from some hurtful retort, but, then my heart says, "Reason does not make rhyme". "Be Quiet my heart," I say, and quickly reason again. To have understanding, can be the greatest gift of all. For to understand why another is hurtful or proud is to be able to forgive. And to forgive another is to have an understanding heart. Yea, Lord! Grant me, understanding.
9: Ann's First Communion
10: Ann's Siblings | Dorothy | Brian | Allan | Kevin
11: Moira & husband Don | Peter & wife Phyllis | Patricia & husband Jack | Noel & wife Gwen | John & cousin Harry
12: The Farm | Farm House | 'Carringal' Martindale Via Denman NSW
13: The Dairy | Mountains around farm | The Dairy
16: Fun Trip to High School! | Martindale Public School
17: Ann's First Job | Denman Café Owned by Nick & Poppy Sofias | Childhood Churches
19: "Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you." NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE | Beloved Mother
20: Walsh Clan | Peter Walsh family
21: Dorothy 's Family | Allan, Moira, Dot & Pat | John Walsh family
22: Karene & Charise
24: Anthony & Allan
32: Family Weddings
34: Karene & Paul Children: Nakisha, James, Samuel & Ezekiel
36: Charise Children: Alesia, Danyel, Krystle, Jasmine, Kyle & Kiri
38: Anthony & Ema Children: Caroleena, Karene & Anthony Jr.
40: Allan & Ann Children: Caitlyn, Bailee, Claire, Emilee, Everlynn & Bethannie
42: Great Grand Children | Jai, Apollo & Lachlan
54: Special Friends
60: Azalea Street Home | 'Choose ye this day whom ye shall serve, but as for me and my house, we will serve the lord'
62: Project Love & Care | Ann George started Project Love and Care with Jean Thomas to provide Care Kits to children and young people from birth to seventeen years when they are first placed in foster care. The kits provide the child with something they can hold onto and include basic items for personal hygiene, clothing, something to do and something to love. They receive donations from the community. These kits will give each new child coming into care something to own and to hold onto during the transition to foster care.
88: Awarded to Ann for the poem 'Grant Me!'