Stories about Australia
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
In 1995 after completing ten happy years contract in Singapore we were on our way to the next assignment, a university appointment in the Philippines. I was delighted with the appointment as the new campus had been developed during my time as the Singapore based administrator sourcing funds for the project, and I’d additional good fortune to be on the search … Continue reading Only a Fool
Chapter 9 – Discovery Su-An Sim Perera glanced at the yellowing sheets with crumbling edges and now safely stored in plastic envelopes on her desk. They’d been filed in several folders carefully catalogued as to the year of writing and each journal page had been neatly signed off at the bottom with a signature that was becoming even more familiar with each passing day; Priya … Continue reading Priya
New Beginnings Mili stood silently in front of the newly placed marble slab. Freshly imprinted on the slab was the name Angelo Marconi and in smaller letters it indicated he’d died in a motorcycle accident at age 30. Mili, just turned 29, stared at the freshly turfed ground around the slab and bent down to place flowers in the vase provided at the foot of … Continue reading Culture Clash
Then use what you have at your disposal •If you’re born in humble circumstances, use childhood lessons learned as guideposts when seeking opportunities to climb the success ladder The older generation now passing were children raised during the worldwide depression. This was an era of great hardship and human suffering. Families used to the good life were suddenly without a home of their own or … Continue reading Want to be Successful?
November 1. Now that’s a date I don’t need a reminder for even though I’ve taken all precautions and put it into every electronic media at my disposal as a reminder. That’s the day I got hitched, or to use the more polite form, married. I remember it as one of these dismal rainy days adding to the usual set of worries about planning such … Continue reading Wedding
It was the year 1960 and I‘d decided to further my education in accounting. It had been a hard decision to return to school. My career with the public accounting firm of A H Leitch & Son was on track, and it was tempting to stay on board and rake in the cash each week rather than go back to school. In school money flowed … Continue reading Blessings from Heaven
At age 21 I’d managed to acquire and dispose of four cars. The oil burning Vauxhall, my first car, had given way to a more sedate Hillman Minx at the urging of those who’d been caught in the blue smoke contrails the Vauxhall emitted. However my national service army training soon gave me a taste for a more rugged vehicle, so an army mechanic friend … Continue reading My Foolish Years
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