From: ‘J’ Date: 17 October 2001 05:01PM To: ‘S’ Subject: Have a schizophrenic Christmas. Hey Sis, did I tell you I’m on the committee for planning this year’s work Christmas function? Here are some of my ideas. I don’t think they’re going down very well. People here are strange. At each table, instead of having people’s names on their seat, have characters from your Standard Aussie … Continue reading Christmas will not stop until it has taken over the whole calendar.
December 1998 Living with Barry was working out great. Brady spent every second weekend with her Father, Jack. I continued working a demanding schedule, working all hours and flying all over the world, until a turning point in a cold transit lounge somewhere in tired Europe, enough was enough. I resigned, finishing up in December 1998. So the call went out – ‘Christmas at the Pink … Continue reading Golden, golden days. Gone.
I have a vague memory of this being taken it was at Myer in Melbourne December 1973. I would like to thank everyone who reads my Blog and has kindly followed our story. Your “likes” comments and support means so much to me. It’s hard to explain but I feel so connected to some complete strangers sprinkled all over the world through my brother. Wishing you … Continue reading Christmas a long, long time ago…
Brady and I arrived in Australia on 6 Dec 1995, we stayed with Mum and then at J’s for a few nights. J was so proud of his little house and I was so proud of him. He dragged me around the City showing me where he worked and his daily haunts. We did a lot of shopping. We spent hours talking about the … Continue reading ‘Til next time little brother.
Found amongst my brother’s paperwork – he kept his first Christmas card from his niece. Brady and her Uncle J (in his favourite Black Hawaiian Shirt) – Brady’s first Christmas, Australia 1995 I chuckle when I look at this picture imaging Brady saying ‘So it’s a deal Uncle J, you being a vegetarian and all that, I can have your share of the turkey … Continue reading Merry Christmas Uncle J – 1995
J’s Diary Entries Wednesday, 26 April, 1995 Spoke to Mum on the phone today, she had some very interesting news. Apparently S is not going to Nan and Pop’s for Christmas. Mum said in definite, emphatic tones, “S and the baby are spending Christmas with you and me, up here at my house.” (as opposed to “down there” at Nana and Pop’s) I think Mum … Continue reading There’s such an art to letting friendships fizzle out.
Wednesday, 4 January 1995 Well, Happy New Year Sis. I hope you had, as the saying goes, a good ‘un. Personally I went to bed at 11:00pm, I’ve never been one for celebrating such occasions. Thanks for the book and juggling balls, I picked them up from the post office today. I’ve since discovered that half the office can juggle with ease, leaving me looking … Continue reading The human body just requires too much maintenance.
Fri 23 Dec 1994 – Work Break-Up Day, I didn’t handle myself terribly well. In my headlong determined rush to have a good time, I drank too much, hoping to set an example for my fellow reticent revelers. Fuck they’re a boring bunch. So young and earnest and mature – controlled. DULL!! At least Caleb liked his present. I got a “CANDOM” from Quinn. It’s … Continue reading I hired a few videos, bought a bottle of vodka, thus shall I while away the Christmas hours.
December 1994 Dear Nana and Pop, Merry Christmas. Sorry about typing this letter, it seems a little impersonal, but I’m so used to typing at work that my hand writing is almost unreadable these days. I’m sorry I can’t be there with everyone for Christmas, I’ve got this camping trip planned with some friends up near the Murray River. There’s this festival sort of thing … Continue reading J’s Get out of Christmas letter to Grandparents.