In 1929 a Mr Alfred Nicholas bought about sixty acres of land in the hills to the west of Melbourne. He had a bit of money to spare and he had a large house built. Alfred had made a lot of money by making and marketing his brother George’s invention. Alfred was a merchant and George was a pharmacist. When World War I cut off … Continue reading Change and decay.
I lived in Ballarat for about thirty years. More or less. Then I lived in Melbourne for a bit more than three years. Today I am officially back in Ballarat. I’m not unpacked. I haven’t hung clothes in a wardrobe yet. But I did say ‘Goodbye’ to Melbourne. I went to a beach to which I hadn’t gone before. Altona beach. West of the city. … Continue reading Saying ‘Goodbye’ to Melbourne
Sunrise – 7.01 halfway between Melbourne and Ballarat. And Sunset at Albert Park – Melbourne. Continue reading Sunrise, Sunset.
–I think you should go, she said. It’s not as if you have anything to lose and it could be fun. –But I haven’t seen any of them since I left school except for Ian and he died three years ago. –Yes but they were your friends. –Don’t be silly, Darling. We stopped being friends the day after Speech Night. We all shook hands and … Continue reading Class Reunion.
We all hold some memories that become a part of our fundamental being. The time when I met the two old blokes who ran an activity centre in the basement of a Carlton high rise twenty five years ago is one of those memories. I was teaching at St Joe’s in North Fitzroy. Inner suburban Melbourne. Migrants from every corner of the world escaping from … Continue reading Statues and heroes.
When the boy left the house that morning, with his elder sister, he was not to know that this was when the adventure began. He saddled the old mare for himself because she was quiet and easy to ride. His sister took the pony, young and only recently broken to the saddle. The boy was happy his sister was with him because she was quite … Continue reading The Chinamen’s Track: Part one.
To be perfectly honest I didn’t expect my meeting with Carol to have the effect on me that it did. And when I tell you what comes next you might not see the connection so I ought to explain. It was the heat and the humidity and the sarong and the connecting of dates that reminded me of something that I had buried in the … Continue reading 1975 – A different world.
Here is the first in a series of stories for Ida May who is my Grand Daughter. I have probably written them all before but she wasn’t old enough then because she was younger than she is now. Dear Ida May, When I was just a little boy I didn’t seem to have the sense I was born with and so I did some … Continue reading Ida May stories #1 The haystack.
Miriam tried very hard to visit her mother at least once a week. It was a bit of a struggle but she tried. Then when she turned sixty Miriam applied for her Seniors Card. Now she felt a lot easier with the train and tram fares being only half as much as before. But it was still a struggle. Apart from that Bert didn’t see the … Continue reading The family.
Christmas and the New Year. I don’t suppose there will be much traffic on the blog train but I can’t help myself so I will dredge through some old pages and post them to you. The Angle File. When I was a boy I learnt a lot by keeping my ears open and my mouth shut. I learnt new words and new ideas at the dinner … Continue reading The Angle File.