He noticed her in the schoolyard. She ignored him. They met later, when they were older and he went to her house and asked for her mother. He carried a plant in a china pot and asked permission to give it to the girl. “It is in a pot and it is a live plant and it will live for as long as I love … Continue reading The pot plant.
Dear Ida May, I am so glad you like my poem about the Bunyip. And thank you for drawing such a happy and friendly Bunyip for me. Now I won’t ever be frightened again – if I am in the forest. If any of your friends didn’t get to hear the Bunyip poem then they can, by clicking on the word BUNYIP. But the best … Continue reading Bunyips and all the animals.
OK, so this is the house that Dad built. You saw it a couple of earlier posts. Mary (her blog) commented that there was probably more to the story than I told. I will try to collect it together. But I will need to backtrack a little bit. I had two Grandfathers but I lost them. Two Grandmothers, also. I never met Mum’s father. Neither … Continue reading Going Bush.
Dear Ida May, and anyone else, You don’t have to do anything about this EXCEPT a picture because I know that old people can’t see it because they have realeyes and people about your age have imagineyes so you can help by showing us what it looks like. The Mystery Monster. In the wildest parts of Australia There’s an animal nobody’s seen And nobody … Continue reading Another Grandpa poem.
Outside my door. The leaves have started to turn From green to yellow or brown – Some to red. It depends on the tree. Last night the wind blew Cold From the west and outside my door In the corner where the wall turns The leaves had collected In an ugly heap. And in the ugly skeleton of a tall maple Was a … Continue reading The Skeleton
So Wayne from “That Little Bookshop” was true to his word and he dropped off a box full of books to keep me occupied during Lockdown. The question now is where do I start? Does anyone have any suggestion? War Trash by Ha Jin (Pen Faulkner Award, China in Korean War) Geisha of Gion by Mineko Iwasaki. The Wild Almond Line by Larry Schwartz (Sth … Continue reading Surviving Lockdown #2 or #3 (I forget)
The young seminary graduate was nothing if not enthusiastic. I suppose most people would say he was only a boy but I suppose that would be a matter of a point of view. From a denominational point of view I am in the dark but I do know he wanted to have his own parish or whatever it’s called in his case. The director at … Continue reading Jack McIntyre’s Boy
Graham Greene said, a while ago, that writing was a way of escaping the panic and fear inherent in the human condition. Bit severe perhaps but I do know most of my stories are a way of remembering adventures I never took, of dreams I remember only after I awoke and of confronting adversaries to whom I had, in reality submitted. When St Joe’s closed … Continue reading A Way of Escape.
My story about Br Paul received some anticipated negative responses. But I really wanted to talk a bit more about the positives. So the following aren’t negative practical jokes but things that I saw that taught me a lot about teaching. At one staff meeting early in the year, the deputy Principal explained that the school did not agree with that type of discipline that … Continue reading St Joe’s.
Well I got through school without feeling the need to mess with any more minds. There followed an extended hiatus which consisted of teacher training, teaching, careers counselling for the government, a five year stint in the Army and a couple of years trying to establish a book shop. Then I got a job in a small Catholic boys’ school in the inner suburbs of … Continue reading Practical Jokes #2