story – Page 14 – Baskerville Family in Australia

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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...

I would very much like to find a history of this ship which must have been written by someone who knew her intimately having perhaps served...

Strange that the things that have stayed in my memory concerning my school days at Toowoomba Grammar have not been academic endeavours, such as...

The Air Force had their own particular jargon and whenever they went out to drop mines in enemy waters it was always ‘to plant...

Is truth more strange than fiction the writer is inclined to ask as his thoughts are carried on memories wings back over a period...

Oh! What a golden chain is memory – it connects our early childhood to our present thoughts and links us to the anchor of...

Earlier in this chapter, in describing the house, there was mention made of a dairy, with nice dishes of scalded cream. One day my...

Every Tuesday, Aunty Phyllis came for the day and got me ‘back on track’ with the washing, ironing, cleaning and shopping. After the evening...

As a little bloke I can remember the routine that awaited us at the end of each evening meal. The two littlies (Tom and...

A lot of women I know (and you know too) seem to be often pre-occupied with a threatening rival. In the 1940’s it might...