Stories about Australia
I first met Rock at the Green Door. The Green Door was the cool place in town where night owls met after taking their dates home. There were usually a large contingent of jeeps owned by those who’d completed their army national service and hadn’t quite got the army experience out of their system. But there was always an equal number of bikies who seemed … Continue reading Rock
There was a general bustling and excitement in the household. We were going on our first furlough at last! We’d earned it after years of service in the country we were working in. International travel always requires careful pre-planning, and we’d waited anxiously while local authorities processed our permission to leave the country. At last we had papers in hand. It now required a journey … Continue reading We want to go Home
Tony was feeling very satisfied with himself. Father Christmas had delivered a brand new blue bicycle with white racing stripes and he was determined to put it through its paces now Dad was there to guide him. Well he had his doubts about Father Christmas but it was a transitional age where glamor of a man in a red suit who somehow came down a … Continue reading Santa’s Miracle
“I want you to go over to the back of the property and bring Flicker home.” I looked at my Father uncertainly. The word Flicker bought back memories I’d have preferred to keep as just memories. Flicker knew by instinct that I was a city kid transported by circumstances into farm life and he treated me with appropriate distain. I remembered my frustration when … Continue reading Bringing Flicker Home
It was summer time and the jeep club were gathered at the Green Door to sample a hamburger and recall experiences in army boot camp. That experience was now two years old, but we were still obliged to take drill exercises on weekends as part of reserve training. It was in the years when military service was still an obligation in the aftermath of World … Continue reading The Jeep Club
A slightly different presentation to the usual snow scenes of the Northern Hemisphere. I’m experimenting with a PowerPoint presentation on WordPress. Looks like you will have to enter the link below and wait for the PowerPoint to show up, then select show slideshow from the beginning. I got the images from a Christmas card and have no idea who the copyright belongs to but declare … Continue reading Christmas In Australia
We recently celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. A number of messages were read out at the celebration but this one from my eldest daughter would have to take the humor prize. This photo was taken in India in the late 1970’s, much of our children’s childhood recollections here are from that era. Ian _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Happy 50th Anniversary!! You made it this far despite having children! … Continue reading Our 50th
Jac stared in amazement at the blue expanse in front of him as the bus reached the crest of the hill and began its descent. He’d heard of the ocean in that tiny school tucked away in the rolling hills of interior farmlands. The teacher, Mr Radford, had been posted there after finishing teacher training, and it was apparent to all in that rural community … Continue reading Jac’s First Vacation
Des trudged along behind his mother followed by his smaller brother Ted. Mother strode ahead carrying her Bible proudly. It was the Lord’s Day and she was going to enjoy it. Des knew this road like the back of his hand, he’d trudged it many times before. They’d descended to the bottom of the first hill and to the left lay stark dark blue evidence … Continue reading O’Donnells
My father Eric was born 21 March 1912 at “Hillside” Raymond Terrace, Brisbane Australia to father Stephen Thomas Grice aged 19, practicing at that time as a Jeweller and Engraver in Brisbane, and Phyllis Ann Ida formerly Robertson, but known as Anderson, also aged 19. The big news at the time was a nationwide tussle between government and clergy over the evils of mixed bathing. … Continue reading Eric
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