I only learnt the whole story later and I could tell it to you the way it was revealed to me; but I won’t. I’ll tell it how it happened. He was probably early sixties – give or take a lifetime. He walked into the small country hotel, sat on a bar stool and ordered a half measure of scotch. He had an offsider with … Continue reading The Man in the Bar
Do you want another story? There are a few tiny little bits in this that smack of the truth but I’ll leave you to work out which for yourself. I have no intention of telling you. And it has only two parts. Aquilino’s mother and tomorrow Aquilino’s father. When William woke on the morning of seventeenth of September he did not feel well. He had … Continue reading Hermoso es! Aquilino’s mother
This is a repeat so just skip it if you want. But I don’t care because I like it myself. After Katie died it was the only logical thing to do. I didn’t want to go into a home but my hands don’t work as well as they should. Anyway the idea of having lots of single ladies for this old man to talk to … Continue reading The Therapist (Rpt.)
I mentioned the North Britain Hotel in a previous post and I got a response, which I didn’t publish, from a friend from Leeds in Yorkshire which, for those of you who don’t know, is in North of Britain and she said she wanted to see what it looked like. So I went for a walk down the street with the intention of taking one … Continue reading Boys and Bikes
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.