By Lindsey-Jane Doley. Adelaide, SA, Australia My first European Tour of June 1974 was a twelve day marathon which included France, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, Germany, and fleetingly through Liechtenstein and Luxembourg. The tour company was called Cosmos and I think they're still in business, but maybe have upgraded their standards a bit. While our trip… Continue reading Jenny and Jack
Month: January 2025
ACCA DACCA
By Lindsay McLeod. Queenstown, SA, Australia The three of us split stock in the warehouse, one on the forklift, two on the floor. It can be complicated and it's physically demanding. We're used to it but it gets boring, so we come up with games to break up the day. We play the ALPHABET BAND… Continue reading ACCA DACCA
My Story
By Marie Phillips. Birmingham, England My story spans 85 years and has surprised me, when thinking back, that there have been some significant moments. My earliest memories are the happy six week school holidays spent under canvas on a farm near Porthmadog in North Wales with my very Welsh Mum, her sister, and my cousin.… Continue reading My Story
Portals into Memory
By Robert Skewes. Craigmore, South Australia, Australia I opened the small sideboard door. There it was again. That elusive odour. That lingering hint of peppermint still there after … how long? Forty, fifty … No, it must now be close to sixty years. That remnant scent of my grandmother’s tar black and white peppermint lollies… Continue reading Portals into Memory
Water Terror!
By Beverley Barden. Goulburn, NSW, Australia “Hey, Nan," came the terrified-sounding voice of my grandson, "I didn’t know snakes could swim, but a big tiger snake just swam across the dam near me while I was fishing!” He was quite shaken by his sighting! “I’ve never seen one swimming myself, Bailey, but my grandmother, Mattie,… Continue reading Water Terror!
Bogmen
By Neil Brosnan. Listowel, Ireland Click the arrow below to hear Neil reading this piece. On that Easter Monday I travelled with Dad on Paddy Gleeson’s creamery lorry from our Listowel home to his native Lyreacrompane. It was 1960, I was six, and finally old enough to go to the bog. It was Dad’s family’s… Continue reading Bogmen