The above image copyrighted to © Christian Lagereek #6530323 One of the vivid memories of our house in Gympie Australia after we’d moved from Macintosh Creek farm in the early 50’s was an assortment of vehicles parked in the adjacent lot we owned next door. Eric had supplemented his interest in rural properties with his newest acquisition, a timber business. Somehow in trading out of … Continue reading Brush with Death
This is the first fictional story written for my Creative Writing studies. _________ “It’s time for you to come inside Angie!” Sylvia called to the five year old who, minutes ago had been playing outside the kitchen window. Sylvia loved to watch her little girl play on the swings, and took delight in her curiosity as she inspected flowers and bugs in the back yard. … Continue reading Angie’s Missing!
There are some things I can easily forget. I’m not always with it when it comes to carrying out errands. I was working out in the garden some time ago when Georgine called and asked me to attend to something before coming inside. Now I fully intended to do that, but for some reason it slipped my mind and I was back inside taking a … Continue reading New Year Resolutions
Extracted from my presentation to the Rotary Club of Singapore on December 20, 1989 Our Modern Christmas Western societies are becoming increasingly sensitive celebrating Christmas as they strive to be politically correct and not offend any segment of a multi-cultural society; but not so in Singapore a majority Buddhist country with significant Islamic minority. The citizens of Singapore celebrate everybody’s festivals, and they do it … Continue reading Christmas
We had no idea when we took delivery of our fifteen centimetre bouncing ball of fluff we were in for a unique lifetime treat. Our Shih Tzu Maltese cross looked like a miniature black bear, so it was natural we name him Baloo. In the major Indian languages Baloo means bear. We learned that we did not own this pet, he owned us. We were … Continue reading BALOO
Quote. “It takes wisdom to build a house, and understanding to set it on a firm foundation; it takes knowledge to furnish its rooms with fine furniture and beautiful draperies.” Proverbs 24:3,4. It was 1968! We were living in Mumbai India at the time in a crowded Moslem area of a suburb called Byculla. Life commenced at 4 am with the mattress teaser heading for … Continue reading Builders or Wreckers?
It was early 1950’s and my Father Eric had decided to sell his Macintosh Creek property and move back to outskirts of Gympie city where he could more conveniently store trucks and tree harvesting equipment as he concentrated energy on his newly acquired timber hauling business. The other farm, a pineapple plantation at the rural community Kin Kin was leased to an English migrant family … Continue reading Adrenalin Rush
The Mooloo farming experience (see previous blog) turned out to be a disaster for our family. Eric had purchased the farm believing a rural atmosphere would assist in recovery of his health. After all he’d engaged share croppers to do the hard yards during his recovery period. But the army still had to be fully demobilized in the late 40’s and there was an acute … Continue reading Macintosh Creek
Above image copyrighted to pimpmyspace.org “What on earth happened to your bikes?” Eric studied the crumpled mudguards on the bikes and glanced with a puzzled look at Ian who looked around quickly for something to divert his Father’s attention. Nothing came immediately to view, so he began to fidget. Now in those days it was a source of amazement to this eldest son when … Continue reading Calamity on the Mountain
Image Credit: Royalty Free Bicycle Illustrations by Ron Leishman See previous blog on Mooloo School Days for the background to this story. Only those who’ve braved those washboard dirt roads between our rural property and the Mooloo school in the late 40’s will comprehend the bone shattering journey as we made our way to school and back home each day. When Eric bought bicycles for … Continue reading Mooloo School Days Revisited
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