Jack, Brady and I spent 10 days in Feurteventura trying to resuscitate our marriage after Jack’s “indiscretion” with Brady’s child minder and my friend. I found this card amongst my Mother’s belongings. Continue reading I’ve learnt to pick my nose down the the second knuckle Nana.
20 Aug 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well I do hope you are all well, and hope where you live S didn’t cop the terrible floods that were shown on TV a couple of weeks ago. We are having a cold snap at present and yesterday only 11°, today a bit warmer at 14°. Pop been having a hard time with his foot. Doctor seems … Continue reading Spider Bites and Dead Orchids.
This letter was typed by J on his beat up old typewriter that he loved dearly. Wednesday, 17 July 1996 1:49pm Hey Sis, I’m at home. Faking a sickie. Well, only half-faking, really. I did feel pretty bad this morning. I’ve been “coming down with something” for about four days: sore throat, dry cough, runny nose. enough symptoms to lay the groundwork for a … Continue reading I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.
It’s Father’s Day in Australia today and it’s a beautiful thing to see everyone posting fabulous photos of sharing today with their Dads. All the kind and lovely memories shared and the heartbreak of all the people who miss their wonderful fathers today on Father’s Day. But there are ‘others’ of us out here who are glad we aren’t suffering with our Fathers today. So … Continue reading An Aside from S – An alternative Father’s Day Shout OUT.
Fax from J to S (J always posted letters, to receive a fax meant it was an ’emergency situation’ Friday 7 June 1996 17:16 Hey Sis, Mum took off about 40 minutes ago, so you’re probably all excited and everything, and I don’t mean to bring you down, but I’ve got this kind of emergency situation goin’ on and I could use some advice. … Continue reading I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.
3 June 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thanks ever so much for the 3 lovely photos of Brady, they are so beautiful I especially like the one of her pushing her toy cart, she really means business what a determined look she has on her face. Did your new niece or nephew arrive? Have been thinking about them and hope that all went well this … Continue reading Not sure I know what a tamarillo is.
20 May 1996 FAX FROM MUM Dear S, Just a quick fax to tell you that I arrive on Singapore Airlines Flight SQ228 at Heathrow on Saturday 8th of June at 5:50am, sorry about the time. I picked up my tickets today and got my International Drivers Licence also – just in case I need it. I have finally put up that coat rack … Continue reading Incoming! Mum heads to UK.
6 May, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well it’s ages since I wrote, many thanks for the lovely cards at Easter and our Wedding Anniversary, and for the lovely snaps of Brady. Your little girl is growing and those two teeth are great, gee she’ll soon have her 1st birthday, just where has that year gone? Your Dad showed me his key ring with a … Continue reading It’s a “two pullover” day.
Tuesday, 14 May 1996 8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton. I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one). There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping. I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.
Thursday, 9 May 1996 8:30am Howdy S, Spoke to Mum on the phone yesterday. We chit-chatted. Aunty Marge is coming down for the weekend for some genealogy grave-robbing gig with Ma. So anyway, we’re chattin’ away, and Mum Says ‘Oh your sister called on Sunday by the way. ‘Really, how is she? What’s she doing? ‘Well, it was so early, I answered the phone all … Continue reading It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.
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