REFLECTIONS

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 2, Issue 488, 23 March 1933, Page 7

REFLECTIONS

Talking of Grandmothers— Last Saturday I saw a real oldfashioned grandmother at the pictures. She was just the sort of grandma' that you would love to place in a corner of your home, who would lighten all your problems with the wisdom of a lifetime and make you bannocks for your tea. Where 'do you think I found this pearl of -grandmothers? ' At "Little Orphan Annie," the sweetest picture, but my eyes were all-absorbed in the details of grandma's beautiful perfection. Such a grandma! She wore a frock of black lace over white in the most daintily demure old-world fashion you could imagine. Her fichu was of black lace to match her gown, clasped together "v^ith three lovely cameo buckles and the waist was banded with black velvet ribbon, just as you would expect. And, of course, her hair was silvery white and her smile was so sweet and understanding and I thought to myself "What an ideal okl lady!" Budding Time: I notice those little blossoms of winter, the various societies and sports clubs, are beginning to bud again, and "The Last Rose of Summer" will have faded and gone before long. Winter in Rotorua is a brisk and active one and as we are essentially an out-of-door people, our social and sporting activities are at their best during that iseason. Summer sees the lull in many of these activities, but at the first hint of a frost annual meetings are held and socials and dances cmphasise the fact that the time fo rreal action is near. Golf is distinctly in the air now, in view of the annual meeting of the Rotorua Ladies' Club to-morrow evening. Pickle Oh! : Then, of course, there are the scents of autumn. Oh, no! Not the flowers but the tomato sauce, relish, and so on that always weigh heavily upon the housewife's mind until they are duly gracing the "preserves" corner of the larder. This is what we hear at afternoon tea parties just now: "I've just finished bottling my sauce this morning and it's turned out a marvellous colour; I have such a reliable receipt." Then, of course, follows the exchange of recipes and further dissertations of a "saucy" nature. A little while ago it was nothing but "jammy" ones. MARY ANNE.