About Gwumpa

I’m a gwumpa.

A grandfather, more precisely, but to those who matter to these stories, I’m simply Gwumpa.

Those are the ones who sing with me when no one else is around to hear my squawking.

The ones who think that a dusty old model car is a trophy for winning a racing event, even when told the car was actually a gift from someone long ago.

The ones who look at their mom and dad and then at me, and play, “spot the differences” in their heads.

The ones who carry on my parents’ legacy.

I’m very aware of how precious are the moments of clarity the little ones bring to us – if we are tuned in enough to listen to what we are hearing.

That’s why this site exists… to help me remember this as my life force ebbs and wanes.  Perchance to bring a smile to your face.

Maybe you have the honour of recognising these these moments, too, with your own children and little grandbitties.  If so, you are blessed indeed.

Peace and awareness to you , always.