MUSINGS and STORIES

ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER

One thing always leads to another. One of the many interviews that I have done has lead to a learned fellow coming up to do a podcast about ageing, with me, the nonagenarian, doing the talking! He thought it was very good, and a week or so later I received a request from him…would I consider being interviewed by a well-known woman in New York who was putting a book together on aged women achievers. ‘Of course,’ I replied. It led to a marvellous conversation with a charming lady who wanted to know all about the four main books that I had written…especially the last one about ‘Gardening in Your Nineties, the sequel to Sex in Your Seventies.’ She had also interviewed two other women who were in their eighties. One was a playwright who was in the throes of having her play produced in New York; the other was a writer of children’s books who was about to have her fourth book published. So I was in very good company, to say nothing of the interviewer herself who was a remarkable person (and almost out of her seventies.) I mentioned that I would just love to sit and chat to the other three, and all concurred with the idea. My interviewer loved it that I said I endeavoured to remain cheerful even in difficult times, and that my mantra was ‘If you don’t use it you lose it!’

LIVING WITH A DISABILITY

I have a granddaughter who has ataxia, a form of cerebral palsy. She has a weakness in her hands, her tongue muscle and in the muscles of one leg. This means she cannot run, her fingers will not grasp smaller objects and her speech is sometimes hard to understand. She...

TRUE STORY: MUM’S FEET

It was during the Great Depression, when money was in short supply, that the collector would visit weekly to pick up a small amount of cash toward the sum that was owed. The two young boys who were sitting at the top of the outside stairs glimpsed the gas man...

HIGH SCHOOL FORMALS

HIGH SCHOOL FORMALS I am hearing about the large sums of money spent on the Senior Formals of some private schools. Perhaps this applies to public schools as well. Or not. One mother said the dress for her daughter cost almost a thousand dollars, as well as many...

REMEMBERING OLD SCHOOL DAYS

How I love reading of the old days in the Tamborine Bulletin! Not only does it inform me; it sometimes takes me back to my childhood at Buccan and my school days at Logan Village. This time, I was transported to the one-teacher school where headmaster Mr Alec Brown...

THE CROWS AT BUCCAN

Recent news about crows menacing humans reminded me of my school days when Marty, Joan and I would walk barefoot the five kilometres from our home on Buccan Hill to the Logan Village School. The first hundred or so metres down the long hill were safe enough, but then...

THE MEAT ANTS ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL

We walked barefoot to school at Logan Village. The gravel road near the Quinzy Creek bridge was sometimes covered in large meat-ant’s nests. These big red ants packed a powerful sting of which we were most aware. Joan and I skirted round the nests, but one day, Marty...

THE SILVER THIMBLE

We were leaving the district. Leaving the farm that had been home to four generations of my father’s family. The Great Depression still raged and times were tough for a small dairy farmer of 1937. They would try their luck in the city. A share farmer was arranged, a...

VALE BARRY HUMPHRIES

What a great entertainer! He has enabled us to enjoy such mirth! Such talent! He will be missed. Years ago, when my daughter Katy was a teenager, we were having a day at the Brisbane Exhibition. We had not long passed through the gates when I almost bumped into this...

FAIR EXCHANGE

The doorbell woke me from my midday nap. I groggily answered the front door. The pleasant looking young man smiled at me. ‘My wife and I were going past your place,’ he said, ‘and we noticed all the oranges under the tree. I wondered if you could spare a few? They...