PostHeaderIcon The Morning Show

I was recently on The Morning Show, Channel 7. It was all about my new book 'Gardening in Your Nineties, the sequel to Sex in Your Seventies.' In this latest book of mine, a nonagenarian (moi), who wrote the successful book 'Sex in Your Seventies', tells of her efforts at gardening after a life of some experience at tilling the soil. She deals with everyday problems and reveals her own solutions. But as she works away, her mind wanders to her past long life. She talks of her childhood on the dairy farm on the Logan, and remembers her many subsequent adventures...

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HOSPITALS

Whatever has happened to our hospitals? Once upon a time, the welfare of the patient was the important theme; now it appears that the welfare of the hospital is more important. Or so it appeared to me recently during a stint in a well known, large, private hospital.

I was in pain, so it was suggested that I be admitted to hospital, ‘where you will be looked after...’ I just don’t know about that. It was the hospital ‘rules’ that beat me.

PostHeaderIcon THE ENAMELLED PLAQUE

THE ENAMELLED PLAQUE

I was quite taken a-back when I received the e-mail. It was from a woman in New York State who had recently acquired a beautiful enamelled plaque. It still had my card on the back, and she traced me from the name to my website and to my email address. She, Donna, wanted to know the history of the plaque, which was titled ‘In Memory.’ I was thrilled, and remembered the painting well. So I told her the story...

PostHeaderIcon WHEN HE LEFT HIS TEETH ON THE STUMP AT THE CARNARVONS

The group was talking about the various objects that they had forgotten to take with them when they had left a restaurant, a motel, or ship or the like. I recalled an episode in my life:

He and I had been a couple for five years. Not a terribly romantic relationship, but we were suitable partners in many ways. We respected each other, had a good love life, and did not quarrel. But he did get grumpy at times, especially when he became bored with a situation that was not exactly to his liking. That’s how he was at the Carnarvons.

PostHeaderIcon THE MOVE TO DUNELLAN

A SHORT-SIGHTED VIEW?
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PostHeaderIcon IS THAT YOU JESUS?

IS THAT YOU, JESUS?

My grandmother lived until she was 98, a very devout mother of four who had seen good times and bad in her long life. My father, Harry, was her youngest child, and the others would say that their mother would skin them to make a coat for Harry! Yes, he was the favourite, but then, he was a good and loving son. He was always there for her.

PostHeaderIcon ELWYN FAY SCOTT

ELWYN FAY SCOTT

I was in the middle of decorating one of my ceramic bowls when the phone rang. ‘Hello,’ I said.
‘Is that you Doreen?’ this pleasant voice enquired, to which I of course answered in the affirmative. ‘This is Elwyn Scott,’ was the seeming nonchalant reply, ‘Do you remember me?’

PostHeaderIcon CAMP CABLE.....MY MEMORIES

CAMP CABLE...my memories

I turned fourteen in May, 1942. It was not a good year for Australia. Singapore had fallen to the Japanese Army. Singapore was the fortress that was supposed to repel any invaders, but the guns were facing out to sea, and the enemy came overland from the North!

PostHeaderIcon YOU ARE JUST STARTING TO LEARN A BIT WHEN YOU HAVE TO BLOODY-WELL DIE!

YOU ARE JUST STARTING TO LEARN A BIT, WHEN YOU HAVE TO BLOODY-WELL DIE!
That’s what my father used to say when he was in his eighties. And now I am at least THINKING it.
Yes, it is true. It sometimes takes a lifetime to really understand some issues...or someone. Perhaps it is because when one gets older, one might have more time to ponder. Maybe life is not so frantic, or is it that we have learned at last to ‘walk in the other fellow’s shoes’...as my father also used to advise.

PostHeaderIcon BERNARD'S BASIN

BERNARD’S BASIN
I found myself on my own with three daughters, aged sixteen, twelve and ten. We found a nice enough little house that we could afford, and I had a small car, but I had never driven further than the Gold Coast from Brisbane. It had been almost a year now, and it was time for some sort of adventure.