The Girl in the Blue Dress – meeting the wife.

I told you I went back to see Susie the next day. Fairlea is near the Yarra River and surrounded by green parkland but you know it is a prison by the rather ugly front entrance. The Prison Officer I met at the reception area was a very sympathetic and helpful woman. “She was released this morning. We aren’t permitted to give you the address … Continue reading The Girl in the Blue Dress – meeting the wife.

Mary Gilmore.

Mary Gilmore was a great Australian poet and journalist and adventurer and all-round interesting person. For those of you who might be interested there are many internet references but this one is my favourite. Here is just one grab from that article. She was an ardent internationalist but a fierce nationalist. She was a staunch socialist who revered the monarchy. She was a pacifist who … Continue reading Mary Gilmore.

The Girl in the Blue Dress with note.

I said before that we met ‘at times’. Susie had a habit of disappearing without trace. I told you she was a nurse and I remember one time going to the nurses’ hostel in Punt Road in South Yarra and when I rang the bell for her room someone answered and said, “Sorry, whoever you are. Susie doesn’t work here anymore. I think she’s gone … Continue reading The Girl in the Blue Dress with note.

The girl in the blue dress. #5

It was that rare late autumn afternoon when everything was still as though some troop leader has whispered, “Hush! Listen” and we all stopped and there is a silence broken only far across the valley by a solitary black crow and, as the mournful fading ‘caaa’ fades, the last leaf flutters from the oak outside my bedroom window. Absolute stillness! Across the yard a tiny … Continue reading The girl in the blue dress. #5