Archives: 2009 November

With another outback trip coming up in April 2010, only four and a half months away, it’s time for a partial re-build of the trailer.

Well, my dad died the other day after 87 years of life.
Hard Start To Life
Dad had a pretty hard start to life.
His mother was walking to the hospital in the heavy industry section of Melbourne but couldn’t wait any longer so squatted in the culvert and gave birth to Dad. A kind lady happened along [...]

Well, this is a little greeting video from Granddad to my twin grandsons.
Hello Zak and Brock!

Zak and Brock live on the other side of the country, 4000 kilometres away, so we don’t get to meet up all that often.
They have learned the Granddad secret sign, used here to make contact with the sweet little fellas.
Maybe [...]

Lesley and I stayed at Yackandandah in north east Victoria for just the one night.
It was at Yackandandah that we got the news of my dad’s passing so packed up and headed home in a hurry to prepare for the flight to Perth.

Two nights spent at River Bend Caravan Park, near Echuca and Moama in north east Victoria, practically on the border with New South Wales. Our camp is on the Goulburn River and the Murray River is only a kilometre or two away, over the flood plain forest of redgum and what I guess is grey [...]

Well, we didn’t expect to be twenty kilometres out of town, half of the distance being over a dirt road, the Echuca Nathalia Road.
It’s Melbourne Cup weekend. That is, it’s a long weekend for those Victorians who could swing Monday off. Many families from Melbourne have lined the Murray River for four days of sunshine, [...]

We hadn’t long set up camp at River Bend Caravan Park, about twenty kilometres out of Echuca, when I could see what a love filled place it is and I couldn’t help but admire Alan who so openly declared his love for Lynne.
As I mused over the circumstances of the carving, obviously the work of [...]

Auntie Phyllis was my dad’s sister, two and a half years his senior. She had a good innings, making 90 not long before her death the other day.
I have some idea of Auntie Phyllis’ early life from stories that my dad has told and have picked up bits and pieces along the way and in [...]