I want to tell you a story about, the Church and bushrangers and subterfuge and robbery and cunning and all that sort of stuff. And maybe even death. Now if I wanted to be specific I could go to the internet and do some research, but I won’t. I could also visit a few places and talk to the dear old ladies who spend a … Continue reading Captain Moonlight
I had nothing to do today; Covid-19 has locked us all down so there was no visit from my daughter Claudia. An uncommon feeling of ennui beset my soul. I thought it would do me the world of good to visit my parents this fathers’ Day. There is a cemetery about a one kilometre walk away where there is a memorial to them both. It … Continue reading Fathers’ Day
I went back there three weeks ago. It had been a long time. I got the bus to her place – not exactly to her place but to the store. The bus stops outside the general store and these days the store is the only business. By ‘general’ one means that it is the post office, take away coffee and fried fish and hamburgers, canned … Continue reading Mouquet Farm Road
This time last week I heard a car stop out the front of the house. Whoever she was who went across to the post office She looked exactly like you. She was there the week before. It was raining this morning and I missed her. I know it isn’t you But I hope she comes next week. Continue reading The Doppelganger
Where does Australia get its sports teams colours? Answer; out in the bush. 1,210 different species of wattles, belonging to the genus Acacia, have been described by botanists up until 7 August 2018. Nearly all of these (about 98-99%) only occur in Australia. And somewhere in Australia on any day of the year there will some that are in flower. But now, September, is a … Continue reading Wattle
I got a mildly terse phone call from a cousin from whom I haven’t heard for a number of years. We have joint ownership of our Grandfather. The general tenor of the call was to tell me that we never had an Uncle Ernest and even if we did he would not have left his French wife on her own and stayed in France to … Continue reading My Grandfather and Uncle Ernest’s Kite.
As I wandered drear and lonesome There before my jaundiced eyes A house where ghosts and ghouls inhabit Frightening children with their cries. Back I go this time in daylight While this time the sun does shine And this time through leafless splendour There I see the true design. And I see, above the rooftops The first true lantern I have spied Built to light … Continue reading The Lantern Alight.
Referring to my recent post about the little boy who hid from his family just to see if they missed him, Heated Stew commented that it probably proved that ‘his family accepted him as a full member and expected him to act accordingly‘. And I would hope that is right. However in my forty years of teaching I have met many children who have had … Continue reading Loving Families.
Some more leadlights from a bit farther afield. I’m sorry for a bit of blur but I don’t want to take my tripod with me at night so they all have to be hand held. It might attract too much attention. Continue reading More lead lights.
There aren’t as many families these days that have more than two or three children and sociologists and economists and various other ists argue for or against as many permutations as there may be. William was one of six children and all his life he wished to be an only child. The problem was one of anonymity although William hadn’t analysed it. One day William … Continue reading The Test.