'Rhodesia' short story I think by 'poppet'

I cant now - since I first saw it -seem to find this short story, written I think by 'poppet' in the list of posted items despite a good deal of searching. I feel my comments though short are relevant and would like 'Poppet' to see them if possible if only to say how much I enjoyed reading this piece and so I am posting them here. 
I began reading this short story just by chance but was hooked two or three paragraphs in. By about a page or so, I could not resist looking at some of the previous comments, and was not surprised at the high praise left by among others Grampa Pogi! 
I think (if it has not been already), the version I read is easily of  publishable quality. It is one of the best short stories I have read in a very long time, brimming with descriptions that linger long in the memory because so fresh and evocative of place and time - in places it almost seemed as though I was reading something from my own memory banks! Which is quite a feat to achieve in itself.  
The narrator's voice is all the more powerful and not diminished one jot in belonging to a child. She is memorable for how she describes the world, a fantastic blend of that niaeve wonderment at people which still tells us so much (perhaps more then the adult mind will allow to filter through or else just crowds out with other concerns?).
The story in this sense I feel is superbly crafted.
There are two great Irish writer's both of novels and short stories William Trevor and (I was a few years ago lucky enough to hear in Derry reading from his work) John McGahern who are amazing at what this short story also brilliantly does - creating a snapshot or scene of ordinary life going on against the background of great change.