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…

The nest egg

I met a bloke at the old folks home yesterday. What a story! It happened this way. I went in and started chatting with old Bill. You remember Bill. He was the fellow who wanted to live every day. I showed him what I’d written and all he said was that if people need to be…

The Fire Lookout Tree

Chapter one   This story is written to be read to small children. There are six Chapters so you don’t have to read it all at once if you don’t want to, or if you have to go to sleep. This story starts with a sort of swooshing sound like wind blowing through a tree. So if…

The School Bus

Heggie’s Swamp The school bus left town, traveled out the road toward the coast, turned in a big sweep and made a ninety kilometre anti-clockwise circle and then back to town. Every other week it went the other way.  We lived about eight kms from the bus stop. The Heggies lived just where the bus…

Finding a job

This story is about my friend Ernie Lasseter. To find out where I got the story you will have to read ‘Lasseter’s Reef’. When my friend Lasseter came home from Europe have done the obligatory rite of passage to London he was desperate for a job. It was the middle of the academic year and…

Grandpa in Saskatchewan.

Repost from the old blog. Grandpa in Saskatoon. I’m writing fam’ly history In something close to verse. I’ve made up most of what you read The truth is much much worse. It starts with great great grandpa Who worked in Saskatoon He worked for God amongst the men Who drank in the saloon. He had…

31 Shearing Mick’s sheep

This is one of my very first posts when I started. So some of you will have read it before. Not to worry. Read it again. Shearing Mick’s Sheep. The day we shore Mick’s sheep was quite memorable. I’ll set it up for you. I bought my house from a local cow cockie* who owned…

30 …old Fred

  I was only five when we went to live in the bush. And it must have been two years after that, that I became aware of old Fred. When I first saw him he was babbling and raging in a language I had never heard before but which I now know to have been…

26 The death of great Uncle Sam

On Tuesday 13th of June 1882 my mother’s uncle Samuel Johnson died aged 15 and a bit. My mother never knew him – he died 33 years before she was born. Bacchus Marsh, where he lived, was a very new area and not yet officially a town although a Post Office was opened in 1844.…

17 Silences

Silences (or Demons if it makes a difference) I have my own demons to deal with, she said And if this ends up the way it very well might I don’t feel up to dealing with your demons as well. I’m only just coming to terms with who I am, she said And if you…