Multiple Births: Edwardian style

Grandmother Mary Jane Robinson: her impact on me!

Mary Jane was a woman of mystery to me. She had left this earth before I could know her – I don’t count the 9 short years I was on this earth at the same time. As a 4 year old I had no real sense of belonging and with a world shattered by war, there were huge upheavals in my family – we emigrated to Australia in 1949. By May 1954 she had died at Surrey, Northern – a fact revealed to us by mail in our new home in Victoria. I do not remember the impact of her death on my mother, but I am sure it would have been devastating.

I wish I had known Grandmother Mary Jane! Such strength in the face of adversity – in this story I reveal the characteristics I have earned from her.

When Mary Jane Robinson was born on 9 June 1872 in Croydon, Surrey, her father, George, was 36, and her mother, Mary, was 39. She married Charles Harry Newland Cutting on 16 June 1901 in Enfield, Middlesex. They had seven children during their marriage. She died in May 1954 at the age of 82, and was buried in Surrey.

1872 – 1954 there is a whole life in that little dash.

Mary Jane gave birth to twin boys on 19 October 1901, just 5 months after their marriage. Obviously their marriage was hastily arranged and was conducted away from the family seat in Croydon. Mary Jane Robinson married Charles Harry Newland Cutting in Enfield, Middlesex, on 16 June 1901 when she was 29 years old. The Marriage took place at the Parish Church of St Andrews with their friends, the the Goodalls, in attendance as witnesses. Her sister and brother-in-law were also in attendance, Edith Mary and Charles Howells.

The marriage certificate states that both were living at Southbury Road, Enfield at the time of the wedding. Their fathers were listed on the certificate, but I suspect that they did not attend. Charles Harry was a 23 year old plumber. Six years difference in their ages – I wondered if this was to become an issue.

Giving birth to twins would have been challenging for Mary Jane. Especially under the circumstances with gossiping neighbours to consider. The boys were born in Croydon Infirmary (the site of the old Workhouses) and they were baptised in November 1901 back at St James Church in Surrey.

It was not long before Frank was shipped out to live with his Auntie Edie, and he spent most of his life living apart from his twin brother. I always asked why my Uncle Frank lived in one house and my Uncle Reg in another when they were young. The 1911 census lists both my Uncle Frank and my Auntie Violet as living at 70 Gloucester Road, Croydon with Edith Mary and her husband Charles Howells, a Carpenter who was born in Glamorganshire, Wales.

My mother Winifred Edith was born in 1903 and she would tell me of how close she was to her brother Reg but estranged from her brother Frank.

I noted the further multiple birth of triplets for Mary Jane in 1906. Harry, Ron and Violet were born in Kingston Infirmary and their arrival would have caused a great deal of disruption to the household. Taking care of several young children under the age of six would have been tough for Mary Jane. So having farmed Frank out to his Auntie Edie, Mary Jane could focus on the triplets. Harry was the weakest and needed much of her attention. He died just one year later; and I suspect he died from one of the most virulent diseases of the times – in 1900, pneumonia and influenza, tuberculosis, and enteritis with diarrhea were the three leading causes of death.
The Edwardian era or Edwardian period of British history spanned the reign of King Edward VII, 1901 to 1910. There were many boys named Edward during this period and many girls named Alexandra.

In 1906 Mary Jane is once more dealing with multiple births again, at the age of 34 as well as grieving for the loss of Harry and the estrangement from Frank. I am so sad for her. I wonder how much her children realized the hardships she faced.

There was also the intriguing story of how Grandmother Mary Jane was seen chasing Grandfather Charles Harry up the stairs brandishing a knife, from two sources, my eldest brother John and my cousin Sally. John first told of the incident and Sally filled in some details.

It appears that Mary Jane had caught Charles Harry red handed in an affair with a younger woman (infidelity would certainly have caused anger and potentially violence.)

In searching through some further records for Grandfather Charles I came across a reference to Alma ? ? who was 24 at the time of their meeting as colleagues in the same workplace. Was she the object of the infidelity?

Mary Jane lived with Charles until her death, so my guess is that they resolved their infidelities or at least did not let them breakup the family home.

By the time I came on the scene in 1945, the last of my mother Winifred’s six children, I was totally unaware of such family matters and did not begin to ask questions until Grandmother Mary Jane was long dead.

The multiple births continued in my own siblings; my closest siblings were twin boys born in 1940 – and I do know how much of a shock their arrival was to my parents. There is a story surrounding their birth that was often told to provide the context for their turbulent arrival.

“It is the height of the Battle of Britain, 1940 and on Sunday, 15 September, the Luftwaffe launched its largest and most concentrated attack against London in the hope of drawing out the RAF into a battle of annihilation. Around 1,500 aircraft took part in the air battles which lasted until dusk.[4] The action was the climax of the Battle of Britain.[16]” Source: Wikipedia

Birth in the Blitz! (Read the account from Cecil’s point of view)

Winifred and Cecil were attempting to escape the strafing of bullets from a sniper as they traveled north to Oxford after fleeing the city of London. My mum was heavily pregnant. Dad was driving and he took the car beneath a bridge for safety and it was there that Mum went into labour; not surprisingly.

The next objective of course was to get Mum to safety to give birth. The bridge was outside a small town and at the edge of the town were a few houses to which Cecil drove the car. Astonishingly the owner of one house, Madam Barishnikov, a Russian Lady,came to my mother’s rescue. She took Winnie into her house and helped as a midwife; my brother Brian appearing fairly quickly. Surprises all round when Madam Barishnikov announced to my mother, that there was another child still to come out. Mum had no idea she was having twins; a few moments later my brother Michael was born.

Then there was a flurry in the household to get two sets of infant clothes and blankets and to care for them all whilst the Luftwaffe was still swooping.

I have often imagined what this tumultuous time meant for my mother. But, I think my mother’s own strength of purpose was a legacy from her mother, Mary Jane, who had survived the perils of World War 1 and the multiple child births before her.

Multiple births occurred for my siblings but skipped me, thankfully. Both my brother and my sister had twins in the 1950’s and 1960’s.

Thanks to my Grandmother Mary Jane I too have strength of purpose and owe my business enterprise, and style of parenting to her legacy.

Revisiting Ancestors : Jemima and the Will

Imagine her surprise when she listened to the reading of the will of her late father! As the eldest of the clan Rosina thought she would receive a substantial financial legacy, but she did not expect to be given the four properties at 46, 48, 50 and 52 Elton Road, Norbiton, Kingston-on-Thames.

Tears of joy were her first response! She then looked into her step-mother’s shining eyes and sat up a little more formally in the leather chair in the study at 196 Commercial Road, Peckham. She was attending the formal ceremony of reading the will of her late father Samuel John Allery.

“What about all my brothers?” She asked the solicitor.

“They have all been catered for – your father has ensured they will each receive a yearly salary, and their share of the Tailoring business!” Replied Ernest Hopkins Hazel, head solicitor of Portland House, Basinghall Street, London. He then read the entire will to the family gathered there at Jemima’s house. This was the day that Probate of the will and codicil for Samuel John Allery, Master Tailor was granted to Jemima Mary Ann Allery and Dave Bertie Allery, 3 August 1922.

Jemima sat grimly through the reading and held on to Dave’s hand. Dave listened intently to the news of becoming a trustee of the Allery estate along with his mother.

six allery brothersAll her boys were there that day, Dave, Benjamin, Frank, Sydney, Ernest and Edward, All her step-children were in attendance too, Henry, Rosina, Jessie, Louisa and George, as well as their families. They were quite a crowd gathered solemnly in the study with its book lined walls and comfortable leather seats. Jemima was proud of her family and had arranged this event herself with the help of Dave.

“Do you think they will all come?” she asked her son. “I will need you send out formal invitations to attend the reading at 196 Commercial Road, please.” That seemed so long ago as she was still reeling from the impact of her husband’s death. She stoically held onto her grief and made the proper plans.

She smiled when she heard of the salaries to be held in trust for the children of her late step-son Walter. Fifteen shillings a week – a legacy that was fitting for that small tribe. She nodded approvingly when she heard that her eldest step-son, Henry John, was to inherit the four properties of 4,6,8 and 10 Crown Street, Camberwell. She smiled again when she learned, for the first time, the sum total of the Allery estate – 9,826 13s. 3d. Her fears were allayed, she and her two sets of children were well catered for.

Jemima thought back to the day of the funeral and how sorrowful everyone had been at the burial site at the Old Cemetery, Forest Hill Road, Camberwell, just one week after the death of her beloved Samuel. From the middle of January 1922, in his 75th year, Samuel became ill and was cared for by Jemima at home until she could no longer do so. The months of May and June, whilst he was in palliative care, were a huge drain on her strength. She knew that on his death, she would become the head of the family and she doubted her own ability to support her large family whilst she was grieving.

However, she was able to lean on her son Dave Bertie, a successful business man, running his own House Decorator firm and employing several of his own family as tradesmen. Jemima felt more confident that she would live out her days in comfort and as the solicitor read out the last portion of the will, she sighed and slumped into her chair. 

“Time for fortifications Mama?”, said Henry, as he offered her a tray of sherry. By the time all the glasses were passed around, to all those old enough to consume the liqueur, Jemima had revived and was back in matriarchal mode once more. She took the will in its envelope from Mr Hazel and carefully stored it in the family safe. She knew there was no need for any contesting of the will among her tribe – they were all beneficiaries that day.

0014 Samuel John ALLERY Will




Great Grandmother Jemima: Freedom of the city

035 Jemima Mary Ann Blackburn 1852 - 1944Great Grandmother Jemima became a second wife for my great grandfather Samuel John Allery in 1884. At the age of 32 she took on the task of parenting the 5 children from his previous marriage to Mary Ann Hall, and during her 30’s and 40’s gave birth to six boys of her own. Just two years between each of them, her band of young men were her greatest legacy. Her boys all lived to a great age, served their country in the first World War and built their own businesses and dynasties.

This story is about two significant periods of her life; her role as a mother to six boys to Samuel, and her role as a widow for 20 years after his death.

The first part of the story is set in 1889 when her third son Frank Joseph was born. By this time they were living in Camberwell, an elegant suburb south of London.

Letter from Samuel:

0014 London Freedom of the City Admission Papers Samuel John ALLERYI discovered the Freedom of the City of London certificate for my great Grandfather Samuel John Allery dated 3rd September 1889. I wondered if Samuel would need to collect this certificate after signing it and then considered how such a trip would impact on his wife Jemima who had given birth to their third son on 13th October 1888, just a year prior to the award. A letter describing how important this award was for the Allery Tailoring business was something that I imagined him writing to his wife, at the time.

3rd September 1889

Dear Jemima,

I am sorry to be away so long from you, especially so soon after the birth of our new son. I hope that you are in good health. Is Rosina looking after the little ones for you?

My journey to London was worth it and I am proud to have received the Freedom of the City of London certificate. Quite an accolade for a middle-aged tradesman, and one that my father would have been most proud of.

Our certificate will be displayed in our premises at 59 Carter Lane, but I would also like it to be a special gift for our children. I want to encourage them to become tailors too. I have such dreams for Dave Bertie, Benjamin Robert and now Frank Joseph.

There is much to look forward to as we build our little empire. Rest assured I did see our solicitor today too and the new will now lists each of our sons as heirs to the Allery & Sons Tailoring business.

Soon my travels will be over for a while and I am looking forward to a few days at home with you my love! Give my love to the children and tell them I have small gifts for them, if they are well behaved.

Please ask Rosina to send the carriage to meet me at Camberwell Station. I will be home by the end of the week.

All my love

Your loving husband


Drawing down the moon!

She sat gazing at the last harvest moon at Samhain on the eve of 31 October 1785. There were to be no more harvest festival frivolities for her, she had work to do. The house was cold and the wind blew through the cracks beneath doors and windows chilling her fingers as she wrote her diary entries.

Her Grandmother’s legacy was drawing her into another adventure; she remembers now that exciting moment of discovery of the ‘Book of Shadows’.

Eons ago Elizabeth Evans, her grandmother, was held captive in the Castle at Haverfordwest. When Mary rescued her, her grandmother had revealed the existence of the Book of Shadows, her grimoire of a practising Wiccan.

Mary’s words were marching across her paper in rapid succession as she pulled on her memories; she referred to this process as ‘drawing down the moon’. It was not quite the same as the Wiccan ritual involving the goddess and speaking as another, but definitely embraced the feeling of needing no ship to fly through the air, and being free from her weight. Her memories of real and imagined events were mixed with the folk lore she learned from her Grandmother.

The Grimoire was a treasured possession, although humble in appearance. Its black metallic cover was worn in places and its clasp no longer prevented its opening. Mary held it now reverently and moved her hand slowly over the bindings to check for any other signs of wear and tear. She opened it to the first page where the words of the poem were scribed in her grandmother’s flowing calligraphy, and scanned the first three stanzas. She knew these words by heart!

Aradia appears from dark places unknown
Healing followers approaching her throne
Stronger than the hardest warrior last
Drawing down the moon from times of past

Power of Three, she preaches the law
Future sealed from actions of old lore
Energy you bring, returned three filled
Say, ‘An’ ye harm none, do what ye will’

I am wiser than the wisest owl
I am truer than the moon above
I am faster that the rivers below
Between heaven and earth, I do rule

In her diary Mary continued to write the stories and the adventures she learned from her grandmother. The story of the Song of Lore was now ready to be revealed and she was eager to complete this chapter in her journal on this night of Samhain; a night when spirits could freely enter the world. This is a time to remember those who have passed on, celebrate the Summers end and prepare for Winter months ahead. The Sun God and earth fall into slumber, as the nights lengthen and winter begins. She could feel the spirit of her grandmother hovering close by and hear faint whispering beneath her door.

Mary was being guided by the Song of Lore!


Furious Fiction 1: Shadow Hunter

8 December 2030

Room 301, Elmwood Precinct

The final words blurred on her screen, behind the blinking cursor. Her decision to send now was dancing agonizingly in her mind. The incessant rain kept slashing at the window, and she felt another migraine looming. Reluctant words and phrases kept repeating themselves over and over in her brain.

Right time, wrong place, right place, wrong time!

Clicking keys echoed softly in the room as she completed her task and air printed. Pain was throbbing in her temples as she turned away from the glow of the screen. Turning her chair from the desk she unlocked the brakes and wheeled herself to the large cedar wood chest at the foot of her bed.

From the outside the chest appeared as an ordinary box for her treasures – only one per room. Her grandchildren were always mesmerized whenever she opened it for them and told her stories. They never suspected that it held a dark secret. All her siblings had long passed and none of them ever knew of the codes, the secret compartment or its contents.

She unclasped the lock, now rusted and worn, to open the lid. The metallic jingle of the plates and gears inside the lid reminded her to be cautious. Peering into the wooden chest she slid back the metal plate on the upper left side to reveal the code. The automatic code reset, each time it was opened and closed, would prevent the secret contents falling into the wrong hands.

Her diaries, notes, stories and maps were all carefully collated into boxes within the chest. She had spent years in tracking her ancestors and uncovering their connection to Welsh Wiccans; all the family history was contained in these boxes. Carefully she removed each memory box and set them aside on the floor.

She moved the sliders to their designated positions on the lid, carefully avoiding bumping the large disc in the centre. Each slider unlocked a segment of the disc and when fully opened, a secret panel at the base of the chest was revealed. She slid the metal panel back along its tracks – bringing a frisson of excitement, as sparks sizzled briefly in the dark interior.

Here lay the Book of Shadows, the blackened grimoire she had found after years of searching; the answers to special family powers. Removing the grimoire, she placed the packet of printouts inside the front cover and then locked the book back in its hiding place. Each of the memory boxes were then replaced. She closed the lid and returned to her desk.

Now it was time to reveal the Wiccan ways to her eldest granddaughters. Carys and Arianwen were already aware of their own special skills, and, between them they could unlock the secrets and right the wrongs of the past.

She opened her special mail and attached this cryptic message:

Elmwood Precinct 301

Open chest. Remove Memories. Use code. Solve Mystery. After I am gone!

Your loving Granna May.


Furious Fiction 2: The Convoy

By five o’clock that evening the sky was bright red above the mountain ranges and the hot northerly winds continued to blow the smoke into the township below. Visibility was reduced to 100 metres and the lights from the convoy were shrouded in haze. Craig walked to the front of the line and climbed into the cabin of the lead vehicle. His smart phone sounded the alert for the evacuation relaying to the families in their vehicles behind him. He exchanged a look with Sandy as he switched on the ignition and roared the V8 diesel engine into life. Adjusting the rear vision mirrors he announced: “It is time to go!”

“We are in God’s hands now!” Sandy said as Craig slowly maneuvered the Humvee across the car park, towards the exit to the highway. Craig’s hands trembled a little with the effort; worried about the enormity of this responsibility. He had kept his recently diagnosed health problems a secret from everyone except Sandy. Her experience in the field as an Army Medical Officer had been a strong support for him. It was Sandy who had given him the strength to lead this convoy and it was serendipity that she was assigned to his crew!  He was determined to succeed in this final act of bravery.

The countdown to the evacuation had been an anxious time for all the residents of the town. They had been on high alert for many days as the extreme weather conditions continued to worsen. Fire plans were in place and everyone had done what they could to protect their properties, moved their animals and prepared for the worst. The final call to evacuate was sent from the Victorian Government emergency services on 2nd January 2020.

Craig and the crew from the local Army Base had been deployed to the small isolated town days earlier and had been inundated with questions and concerns from the local community members. “How can we get out? When are we leaving? Where are we going?” Caring for their concerns and needs had kept Craig and Sandy focused on their task ahead.

They knew that the community members were exhausted from the constant heat and smoke-filled air during the days prior to New Year’s Eve, and that they were apprehensive about leaving their homes. They had helped families pack for their departure to the nearest relief centre. Adults had packed their family photos, documents, torches, mobile devices, chargers, clothing, toiletries, food, water, cash and medicines for 3 days; while kids had packed clothing, towels, blankets, pillows, their pets and favorite Christmas gifts. They had stayed vigilant, watching news broadcasts, and checking fire incidents in their VIC emergency apps on their smart phones.

Craig had registered the names of everyone online, to let people know they were safe. Sandy had all the medical supplies required. They were ready – the lives of 240 souls were in their hands!

“We can do this!”  – Craig said. “This is our call!”


Gordon Monroe Dingwall: 1914 -1915

It was not long after the declaration of war, that the Dingwall boys of Toowoomba decided to join the army. The stirring recruitment campaigns in Queensland, as in all other states of Australia, had their desired outcome, an increase in enlistment of soldiers in the Australian Imperial Forces. News of the war was all over the news in the newspapers in Toowoomba – it was hard to resist the call to arms. The Dingwall family, sent their sons Douglas, Alexander and Gordon to fight for victory over the enemy abroad and bravely endured the horrors of war from a distance through the letters sent from the front.

photo gordon monroe dingwallGordon Monroe Dingwall signed up as a Private for the 5th Divisional Signal Company of the 2nd Light Horse Regiment on the 4 September 1914. His rank at the time of enlistment, was that of a Sapper. This role was well suited to a young, fit boilermaker from Toowoomba, Queensland.

(Alexander Findlay Dingwall enlisted on 31st August 1914  and Douglas Duncan Dingwall enlisted on 9th September 1914.)

sapper, also called pioneer or combat engineer, is a combatant or soldier who performs a variety of military engineering duties such as breaching fortifications, demolitions, bridge-building, laying or clearing minefields, preparing field defenses, as well as working on road and airfield construction and repair.

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HMAT Star of England (A15), at Pinkenbar, Queensland, with the 2nd Australian Light Horse Regiment aboard. This vessel was part of a convoy carrying the first contingent to Egypt.

On the 24th September 1914, just 3 weeks after enlisting, Gordon embarked from Brisbane aboard the ‘Star of England‘. Pinkenbar Wharf was the point of embarkation for many World War 1 soldiers.

Gordon and thousands of other soldiers were stationed at Heliopolis in Egypt for their training – these locations were known as the ‘nursery’and much of the day to day activities of the soldiers during the training can be collated from their letters home.

Gordon wrote often to his mother, Catherine Minnie Dingwall, and his sister Helen Doris (Nell). Many of these early letters were written on special letterhead paper provided by The Cairo Young Man’s Christian Association, British and Colonial Forces in Egypt.

His letters always began with encouraging news of his health:
“Dear Mother, just a few lines to let you know that I am well.”

Soldiers letters were heavily censored for military knowledge that could get into the wrong hands, so most letters would not identify their locations or their movements. In these first letters however, it was clear that Gordon was writing from the various ‘training camps’ in Egypt; the location being listed at the top right of most of his letters.

letter to Nell enlargedIn this letter to Nell on 5th February 1915, from Heliopolis, Gordon reveals a little about his movements (… shifted camp to Heliopolis …) and possible embarkation to the front (… Queenslanders, one regiment of the N.L.Light Horse are going to the canal on Monday …).

Letters often included phrases to downplay the severity of the battles raging around the soldiers to cushion the impact of war on their loved ones. This was typical of the style of writing encouraged by the commanding officers. In the letter above Gordon describes the battles in the canal as …”they are having a bit of a scrap on the Canal” … The ‘scrap’ he was referring to was  the Turkish and German offensive on the Suez Canal

The Turkish Minister of Marine, Djemal Pasha, together with his German Chief of Staff Kress von Kressenstein, led an expedition on 14 January 1915 across the Sinai Peninsula from Beersheba – the Suez Expeditionary Force of 25,000 men – aimed at surprising the British and seizing control of the canal.  Chief responsibility in both planning and execution lay with Kressenstein with Djemal as the expedition’s figurehead.

Gordon also mentions in passing the outbreak of measles among the soldiers and research shows that some soldiers died from measles and the complications of pneumonia whilst at sea.

death of private yates from measles 1915

Australian Imperial Force unit war diaries, 1914-18 War 

Gordon’s letters home ….. January to April 1915 ….

The service record does not give any evidence that Gordon was part of ANZAC on 25 April 1915, but later in the record he is listed as evacuated from Gallipoli. One can only assume that Gordon saw action at ANZAC but perhaps a month after the first landing.

Gordon’s war service 1915 – much is missing from the digitised records available at the Australian War Memorial. – more research here:

The Casualty Form – Active Service record shows that Gordon joined M.E.F. Gallipolli at Alexandria on 9th May 1915.

The Mediterranean Expeditionary Force (MEF) was part of the British Army during World War I, that commanded all Allied forces at Gallipoli and Salonika. This included the initial naval operation to force the straits of the Dardanelles.

According to the Service record,  Gordon was attached to the Signal Troop stationed at Gallipoli on the 10th October 1915 and was later evacuated sick on the 19th December 1915. On the 20th December he was disembarked from the front at Alexandria aboard the HMAT A10 Karoo.

casualty form active service 1915

Soldiers from the Western Australian 8th Battery had boarded HMAT A10 Karoo and sailed for an unknown destination. at 1:30am on 25 Apr 1915. 


The letters sent home during this time were written on any scraps of paper that could be found, and often written in pencil – fading now with extreme age. In his letter to his Mother written on July 28th, 1915, he talks about his experiences in the ‘dug out’ as more of an adventure than an endurance test. He includes some snippets of what is happening around him …” there are millions of flies here … no phone have to run messages instead … went for a swim and washed clothes in the sea … only thing we are uncertain of is when shrapnel will begin to fall… the boats look well at night with searchlights on and guns firing … a few aeroplanes flying over us which drop an occasional bomb … the enemy’s planes very seldom come over, frightened of our airmen I think.”

Just a few months later, Gordon was evacuated sick on the 19th December 1915 and on the 20th December, he disembarked from the front at Alexandria aboard the HMAT A10 Karoo. Gordon was later sent to the front-line trenches near Armentières, in an area dubbed “the nursery” of the Western Front along with four divisions of the AIF on the Belgian border.

Gordon Monroe Dingwall continued to write letters home whilst stationed in France, Belgium, Egypt and England. His story is like many of the soldiers who served in the Light Horse Infantry brigades and saw action after long periods of training and hardship in desert sands. During those times his letters read more like those of a son on holiday abroad.

Minnie Dingwall kept his many letters, some still in envelopes, and all tied up with string and kept in a box. His communications to her gave a brief glimpse into the life of a World War 1 Signalman – a hero in her eyes.

[1] Private Records of Gordon Monroe Dingwall – Letters from the Front



Freedom Warrior

You bore your children, your heart was singing
Childhood captured, like arrows from your bow
Aimed true and strong, bright futures bringing
Once released, destinations and success unknown

You raised your children, your pride escalated
Goals and accomplishments joyfully recognized
Milestones marked and birthdays celebrated
Marriages, births, and anniversaries solemnized

You grieved when a child, took the wrong path
Choices and decisions, theirs for the taking
Errors of judgement, and life split you apart
Leaving you wondering, and your heart aching

You smiled when a child, came back to the fold
Greeted and welcomed, dreams renewed and spent
Building memories to cherish as you grow old
Unexpected blessings, for a while you are content

Your heart broke when your child became ill
Mad demons and darkness filling their mind
You cursed at the world and the unfathomable will
Of a wild spirit unleashed, leaving you behind

You sank into the void, the black hearted abyss
Years of sadness, days of depression, I took heed
Memories and glimpses of times you have missed
Fueling raw anger, and stealing your will to proceed

You embrace other worlds to distract and forget
Avoidance and retreat, your tools for survival
But your heart rules your head, anguished regret
What could you have done better? for love’s revival

You did what any mother would do, don’t despair
Hope, the well of expectation, builds a foundation
Your troubled child is now in someones else’s care
Forgiveness is the answer to healing, your salvation

You are not free yet, from the Hell you are in
Your head rules your heart now, keeping all in check
Take solace from wisdom of your Anam Cara within
Send your words to the universe, to heal and protect

You are not alone, my Freedom Warrior, my child
Let me take you to the Land of Beginning Again
I will walk beside you, to guide you out of the wild
Together we’ll build new ways of living, unto the end.

New Chapters for Arry Chronicles


Chapter 7: scorched plains, number nines

scorched plains and 9Harry and Gary join the number nines and escape the scorched plains and learn how to reach the Desert of Dreams

(inspired by Maze Runner and Nine)

Chapter 8: ice cliffs and the riddle of the swords

47 ronin warriors tombLarry and Mary solve the riddle of the swords and take the ice swords back to the mountains of mystery.

(inspired by Game of Thrones and 47 Ronin)

Chapter 9: desolation of the red-wings

eye of the dragonLarry and Mary defeat the red-wings and learn how to reach the Desert of Dreams

(inspired by The Hobbit and Reign)


Chapter 10: tomb of sargeras and the ring of destiny

ring of destiny in legion wowBarry finds the ring of destiny and her courage

(inspired by Aladdin’s Arabian Tales and World of Warcraft)


Chapter 11: welcome home

banyalla kingdomAll explorers return home to Banyalla Kingdom.



Ring of Destiny: Book Two – earlier chapters:
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Arry Chronicles: Book Two: Ring of Destiny


The Arry girls are back with their second adventure – to find the Ring of Destiny.

Time leaps are common place for this trio of extraordinary sisters! They use their special chants and toe tingling escapes through portals to the Literal Literary Lands. Sometimes things can go disastrously wrong. In this time leap, instead of an expected journey to familiar places, one of the girls finds herself in the strange new land of Desert Dreams.

One year has passed, since the Peanut Butter incident and their flight to the Sea of Tranquility. Now on Saturday, 10th October 2015, the girls are preparing for their Baseball game in the Aardvark Park at Arryville. Harry and Larry are chatting behind closed bedroom doors about the latest boys in their lives – at last they have something in common. Barry, the youngest of the Arry sisters, and barred from the bedroom chat, is crying in her room. She is scared and nervous about her first game and she is angry with her sisters. Barry, in need of some courage, decides to try the time leap by herself. She has recently, and secretly, installed the free Time Leap app on her iPad Mini, along with a few other apps she thought would be useful for a journey to the otherworld.

Barry secretly time leaps into the land of Desert Dreams, and calls on the help of SkyBastian the great sea eagle, to fly her to the Alley of BaBa in the Valley of the Kings. She is seeking the Ring of Destiny – a talisman that will grant her three wishes. The Guardians of the Valley do not welcome strangers, let alone small girls, wearing strange clothes. These pompous creatures make her pass three challenging tests of skill, strength and stamina before they will grant her entrance. Barry smartly uses the special apps on her iPad Mini for assistance.

Barry learns how to rely on her own skills and finds the courage to enter the Alley of BaBa to find the Ring of Destiny. The ring is just one of many glittering gold items in the old temple and Barry must use her new skills to determine which one is the Ring of Destiny.

Barry is in real trouble when the battery power on her iPad Mini dies, and she is stranded!

Meanwhile, back at Banyalla Place, both Harry and Larry are searching for Barry! Mr. Gary Arry and Mrs. Mary Arry, long suspicious of the special talents of their daughters, question Harry and Larry about the portals, and get caught up in a time leap that backfires and tests the courage of all.

The Arry family time leap into the otherworld, believing that Barry may have travelled to her favorite Fantasy Forest. The landing is not at all smooth! The purple portal pulsates and sputters – they are catapulted into the kitchen of the Three Bears. There are menacing shadows throughout the Lands and huge cracks appear in the Forest path. Sinister black clouds crowd the sky and there is no sign of SkyBastian the great sea eagle!

Harry wants to seek help from the Dederang Dwarves. Larry is sure that Barry would have gone to find Little Red in the Fantasy Forest. They split up and work in pairs, agreeing to meet back at the Three Bears’ home, on the hour!