PostHeaderIcon Even the Staid Ones Seem to Like The Book

A lady called Daphne phoned to buy Sex in Your Seventies. The money arrived and I dispatched it promptly. After about a week, she phoned to say how she had enjoyed the book, and wished to order four more. She asked a prudish friend if she had read it?
‘What on earth would I read anything like that for?’ the friend, widow of a parson replied.
‘It’s a good read! I’m giving this copy to you!’ The widow lady pursed her lips in a staid fashion, and reluctantly accepted the book.

PostHeaderIcon Mending Fences

PostHeaderIcon My Personal Dream

The voice was very pleasant as she introduced herself. ‘I have known about you, Doreen’ she began, ‘I lived near the Youngs in Wodonga.’
‘Oh, my bridesmaid, Anne Young...’
‘Yes. We were great friends. But we have now moved to Shepparton. It was through Anne and Peter’s recommendation that my parents, Pat and Albert Blashki came to stay with you in Brisbane at Expo 88...’
‘Really! Your parents and I have exchanged Christmas greetings ever since.’
‘I know. I have read your news from year to year, and Mum mentioned that you had written an interesting book.’
‘Sex in Your Seventies.’

PostHeaderIcon Historical journey

On Thursday, my daughter Susan and I journeyed to Piccabean in Northern NSW. There we viewed the house built by my great-grandparents, Edward and Rosalie Stegemann at Buccan, on the Logan River in about 1884-5.

The house was moved and restored in about 1931 by my Uncle Ted, later, much later to be sold for removal by another owner. Then purchased by the present owners, Phil and Jen Robin, who have lovingly restored it. How wonderful!

PostHeaderIcon Doreen's little musings

I was being interviewed on radio by John Harcourt. All about Sex in Your Seventies. He said I must be good for a bit of advice on what makes for a happy marriage. I had to think quickly, and this is what I said:
Respect your spouse for the person he/she is. Try to look at the world through his/her eyes.

Be affectionate. If you cannot touch your spouse on the arm in the kitchen, there is not much hope for you in the bedroom.

I remember my grandmother’s words ... she said she disobeyed the words of the Bible in her marriage. Shock! Horror! She was so pious! ‘How, Grandma?’