‘Cos I was only little

When Christmas is over and the sounds of the city quieten and there is no one around, then there is little to do but lie on one’s bed and think of days long gone. I did. And now I have to make a confession. I have been told, that I did not complete my early…

Uncle Walter and the Battle for Bardia

I know that this was published only three weeks ago but I’m posting it again just for Remembrance day. Remembrance Day used to be almost as big as ANZAC Day but has declined a bit. So this is my effort for the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month when the guns…

Pre Memories of my Grandparents.

My paternal Grandfather was a theological student and became an Anglican Minister. He visited Australia from England in 1902 and there met my Grandmother. He only stayed in Australia for about two months. They became engaged either then or later. He returned to England and then went to Canada and was one of the foundation…

More Memories of Mother

Someone asked for photos so I immediately messaged my younger brother in Northern  Queensland to ask him if he could send a couple. He just as immediately unlocked the 753 safety deposit boxes of family memorabilia and sent me nine. “Is that enough?” he asked. Of course it was enough! I had only asked for…

Rone

What would you do with an empty silent picture movie theatre if you knew it was about to be pulled down and the land used for highrise units? I guess it would depend a lot on who you were and what you did. But if you were Melbourne’s pre-eminent street artist you would paint it.…

Becky’s Poem

We each and all dream. Often times our dreams are wishes. Daydreams are remembrances or unearned riches. Most of us have dreams as hopes but we do little about it. So I wrote the following poem not for myself; except maybe as an atonement for wasted opportunity. Nor did I write it for the boy…

Lost with Photos

Since I posted this I chanced to find an old packet of slides. So I inserted a few of them instead of what I got from Google. There are more coming in the next post.   They were young. But as only young boys know that they will have true and everlasting love, the young…

Yianni

I did stop and have another chat with Domenico. This time I took a bottle of Absinthe. I was just a little tired of Cassis. -What is the occasion this time? he asked as he opened the bottle with no hesitation. -No occasion and I was getting sick of your Cassis so I thought you…

Domenico

It is over six months since I told the story of the old man who drank his last glass of Cassis with Domenico in Acland Street. Today I got on the tram and went down to Acland Street and sat to have a coffee with Dom – it had been a long time. I bought a bottle…