Quotes by : Arlene Stafford-Wilson

It wasn't until I worked in the Perth Hospital kitchen in the 1970s that I began hearing stories about....

The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground....

We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard....

Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven,And imprint forever upon our heartsThat this is homeand....

On harsh, frigid January days, when the winds are relentless and the snow piles up around us, I often....