Happy Days of Childhood

The last stretch of road to Gympie Australia consisted of several miles of washboard dirt track. It was evening. Dust created by passing cars choked me up as I clung to my Mother Maude, blinking through tired eyes as I watched the dim lights of Gympie moving into full view. My Father Eric wrestled with the car as it bounced over rutted roads, urging it … Continue reading Happy Days of Childhood