In the midst of the chaos of our modern world, where the noise of daily life often drowns out the whispers of the past, storytelling stands as a serene oasis—a source of wisdom and a connection to our family history. This timeless tradition offers a tranquil respite, a momentary escape into the sanctuary of our…
Author: Jaana M. H. Jokinen
Love at First Sip
Allow me to share a little secret with you. Every morning, I begin my day with a steaming cup of Masala Chai tea, lovingly prepared and brought to my bedside table by my husband, Peter, without fail. Let me introduce you to this small yet cherished pleasure in my life. It’s a slow-cooked Chai tea,…
I’m learning to Dance in the Rain
Life is a continuous learning experience. One of the most interesting questions I like to ask elderly people is what life lessons they have learned. It’s also a question I often ask myself. When people talk about shopping in Finland, they ask each other how much stuck to them along the way. I love this…
I Still Call Australia Home
Once again it hit me full force, like a bolt out of the blue. We have my husband Peter’s Finnish relatives staying with us, visiting Australia for the first time. Among other places we have shown them The Sydney Opera House in Sydney, The Parliament House in Canberra, Sir George historic boutique bar in Jugiong,…
The Great Unknown
Some years ago now, as I was getting ready for yet another day, a breakfast television interview caught my attention. Lisa Marie Presley was discussing her relationship with music, her fight with drug addiction and her fondest memories of her father, the music icon Elvis Presley. Since Lisa Marie was born around the same time…
White Christmas
I have only ever had one white Christmas as an adult, and it was truly magical. My family lived in a small country town in the eastern side of Finland, 60 kilometres from the Russian boarder, called Savitaipale. This is where my paternal grandfather’s side of the family is from. The town is so small,…
Childhood Home
Written by Jaana Jokinen, told by my mother Mirja Anneli September 1949 in Kallio, Helsinki, Finland Slowly but surely, the days were getting colder and darker. School was back and autumn was upon us. I have always been a summer person, so even as an 8-year-old I wasn’t too happy about the changing weather. There…
Changing Seasons
The seasons come and the seasons change. Time keeps rolling on. The journey of life sometimes feels long, but it is not endless. The last days of summer, of early life and youth are behind me now, they are but a distant memory. During my summer days, I felt fearless, spontaneous, dynamic, and self-confident. I…
Homesickness
I was struck by a feeling of homesickness this afternoon. Most of the time I go about my life without feeling it, yet every now and then it hits me full force. Being Finnish-Australian, I do add a touch of Finnish into my everyday life in any way I know how. I have moomins, Marimekko,…
Fabric of Life
When you think about the fabric of your life lived so far, what colour threads do you see? Which are the dominant colours? What patterns are evident in your tapestry? If every experience is a stitch in the intricately woven fabric of your life, then how have you been stitched together by the fibres of…