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.
I wish you all a joyful Christmas. I know some of you believe other than I do but I have enjoyed your company this year. So, an introduction and then a photo album. The front of the National Gallery of Melbourne is a glass wall of water. Many a time have I stopped. Most adults walk past it on their way to the door. But … Continue reading My Christmas gift to you
So, goodbye stingers and have a nice day. More sugarcane and the Cardwell Range up close on the left, the coast on our right but no ocean because there is Hinchinbrook Island (nearly 400 square km. in area ) just a little way of the coast. The road rises over a spur of the Cardwell Range and from a lookout you can see Hinchinbrook Island across … Continue reading The Road Trip – #20 Lucinda to El Arish
Aids was my neighbour and the first bloke I met when I moved to the country. His given name was Adrian but in keeping with the Australian habit of never using a bloke’s real name – unless you shorten it or lengthen it – he was called Aids. He was a big man with a big heart. I’ll give you a couple of examples. First … Continue reading The Nicest Bloke in the District
Bill Turner lived on the corner of Almond Drive and Orange Court, Orchards Rise. Orchards Rise had once been an area of small orchards that had been sold off and subdivided to make way for houses at the end of the second World War. Bill had lived there all his life from the day he was born. Old man Turner planted out two orchards, side … Continue reading The Almond Tree
In our news broadcasts here in Australia we keep hearing about or seeing politicians behaving badly. Many of ours are similar. But in the Western Australian lower house MP David Templeman the Leader of the House and Minister for Culture and the Arts, Local Government, and Heritage. usually makes a farewell speech at the end of the year. Please enjoy. Continue reading Politicians
And he told me, my friend from the flat next-door and just come back from Santiago-de-Chile to settle his old mother in her cold chilly Chilean grave. He asked me had he kept me awake. Of course not, I said although I was surprised to hear the conversation for he never has visitors. Would he like to tell me what happened. So with his ‘j’s’ … Continue reading From Seventeen Years.
Right! Now that I’ve done my detour into the pharmaceutical world of Duboisia we can head north again. Kingaroy is only about 125 km, as the crow flies, from the coast and I want to get a little further inland so we will head NW . Immediately after leaving the Duboisia we saw my first paddock of peanuts. For those interested in trivia let it … Continue reading The Road Trip – #11 Kingaroy to Ban Ban Springs