Oh my God. They are all babies most of them. He is eating too. Look at all the cakes. There are sponge cakes and pies. Apple pies are there, some are just plain cake. There is a crowd there, it could be the park in Auburn. There is a carnival and they are going to have a dance in the afternoon. The cakes have been home cooked. The weather is overcast. There are a few new Australian Italians there and they look at the cakes and they are beautiful. It is all cake and look at the little fellow. It is a get together with people they know who wouldn’t go for the cakes. The bloke is eating. You could put some of the cakes in a bag and eat them. You would hear the people talking about their great set up and what a good thing to get together. The two little blokes on the table are having a great time. Therese said she would be thinking about the beautiful cakes. You would hear munch, munch and “come and get it”. All the cakes that were there. The eldest boy on the table is named Gutsy. The other bloke is into it straight away, his name is John. The little bloke is not big enough to get on the table, he is a mug.
The lady is cutting cakes. She is eating too much cake and her name is Jeanie and she is a guts. The other lady is giving him something to eat. Her name is Mary. In the end they would all have to go to bed. The adults in the back are saying “what are those kids doing?” The ones in the front are doing all the work. There is a crowd there. It is beautiful, oranges, lemons and cake. Thanks to God.
This story was created by Val, Mabel, Therese, Monica, and Henry at Carinya Dementia Unit on 6 March 2014.