“ We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard and entering the bright, warm kitchen. We are home again. Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the b… Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ On harsh, frigid January days, when the winds are relentless and the snow piles up around us, I often think of our small feathered friends back on the Third Line. I wonder if the old feeder is still s… Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven,And imprint forever upon our heartsThat this is homeand that we are loved. Arlene Stafford-Wilson
“ It wasn't until I worked in the Perth Hospital kitchen in the 1970s that I began hearing stories about the ghosts that haunted their halls at night. Arlene Stafford-Wilson
