Fishing to David & Pip was always a serious endeavor, something that Tom and I could never quite grasp. We never could quite give it the reverence that they thought it well deserved. Still, us infidels got an invite one morning to join the pilgrimage to that Mecca of fishing…
The creek at the Gap held a certain fascination for us. We had arrived back in Brisbane as teenagers, and for the first six months, we were locked up in a bank building at Paddington. From there we moved to Greenslopes, where there was a creek flowing through the local…
Our time at the Gap was dominated by two great activities; battles with the Arnolds and adventures in the local creek and dam. I am sure others will beat me to the stories of the Arnolds – Baskerville’s afternoon entertainment. This is the story of our white water rafting before…
David was only ever interested in creating games that had at least a 95% chance of getting hurt. Otherwise why would you bother playing them? Well it must have been one Sunday afternoon because all things of any note at the Baskerville’s happen on that day. Sunday was after all…
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It was at Wooloowin that I first remember Annie going a touch purple and losing her English cool. Bath time. I think there were four of us: David, Helen, Sam and I. Tom and Pip were probably hovering in awe in the hallway. The old bath tub had a beautifully…
Shout Every week, the Assembly of God church in Rockhamption would hold an open air meeting in the main part of town, as a witness to the Christian gospel. Mostly, only Dad attended from our family, but occasionally my friend Essie and I would go along to swell the ranks.…
Sam was always a sunny little chap. Knobbly knees knocked a bit and toes turned just a tad inwards. Bright, happy little face that was always eager to please and sure of the knowledge that the world was a happy place and people were good. It was my responsibility to…
Further to Tom’s fond memories of bodies in baths at Lisson Grove, there was one such washing when all of us decided to get in. The bath there was a huge enamelled vessel, which sat on clawed legs, I seem to recall. It certainly had a large curly lip. We…
