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When There Was Nothing To Do: Growing Up in 1960s Queensland
Remember those endless summer afternoons when the heat that shimmered off the footpath was so hot you could fry an egg? And the time just seemed to stretch on forever! When you’d sprawl on the lounge room floor with your chin in your hands, and announce to whoever would listen: “I’m bored. There’s nothing to…
Who Do You Think You Are!
It got me thinking about the faces in my own photo albums. Sure, I know the basics. Names, dates, who married whom. But what about the stories that made these people real? Do I know about Uncle Jim’s legendary streaking incident at the footy oval? Or the day Grandad lost his swimming trunks waterskiing and…
He Said He Loved Me: A Real-Life Colonial Wedding Scandal
Picture this. A wedding chapel full of flowers, onlookers and guests seated in the pews, a smiling groom standing at the alter dressed in his best black suit, looking down on his nervous bride wearing white and waiting for the reverend to pronounce them man and wife. Suddenly, the doors of the chapel are flung…
The Grandmother Effect: A Mother’s Day Reflection.
My grandmother—Nanna—wove herself into the fabric of my childhood in ways I couldn’t fully appreciate until years later. Back then, her presence was simply a constant, like the sun rising each morning. Every birthday, every Christmas, every holiday celebration—there she was, alongside my grandfather, Poppa. I thought this was just how families operated, never realizing…