I can fondly remember trips with Dad and Sam when I was about 15-16 years old, often sitting three abreast, in the old family EJ Holden. The trips were usually out to church for either a prayer meeting or some youth activity and we would sit there listening to Dad…
I know this story book is supposed to be about happy times but if I was asked to nominate the “worst day in my life” I would probably come up with the story Pip has told about under the title “Pip I have something to tell you”. In fact, some…
I remember one afternoon at Stradbroke when Pip decided that it was time to take his new “tinny” out for a spot of fishing. After hooking the boat and trailer up to Stretch’s Suzuki four wheel drive, Pip, Lindsey Stewart and I set off. After ploughing through the sand at…
I can fondly remember Auntie Phyllis, my father’s auntie (Nana’s sister). I always thought of her as a kindly old lady who loved me almost as much as my Mum. I can remember that she used to come over to our house on certain days of the week, perhaps Thursdays,…
As a little bloke I can remember the routine that awaited us at the end of each evening meal. The two littlies (Tom and Pip) were responsible for clearing the table of such items as salt and pepper shakers while the older kids each had tasks associated with washing, wiping-up…