I just don’t believe that the hair in one’s ears should exceed in length the hair on one’s head.

From: S Date: 20 August 2002 05:30 To: J Subject: J I didn’t give Mum the letter I was just too too scared, really I am. But I do want to mail it. Oh fuck it, I don’t know what to do. I sent a tentative letter to Aunty Tia asking how she found mum when she was up there recently and I scantily touched on … Continue reading I just don’t believe that the hair in one’s ears should exceed in length the hair on one’s head.

Christmas a long, long time ago…

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…

In the Land of Oz a girl awaits.

Thursday, 29 Jan 1998 Arrived home from UK. Got to Melbourne at 9pm. Glad to be home.  Just a little anxious about things though, not sure why, just a general fear of “being caught out”. Caught out at what, I’m not sure. Dick* picked me up from the airport (J refers to our father by his first name).   Saturday, 31 Jan 1998 Louise came … Continue reading In the Land of Oz a girl awaits.

My heart remembers the sentiment and my head remembers the words.

Letter from Barry whilst still on holidays in Australia, to S in the UK with J. 11 January, 1998 S, I love you and want to spend my life with you – simple as that – I miss you terribly – the phone calls and emails are contact but I need your physical presence – I need to see you, smell you – I need to … Continue reading My heart remembers the sentiment and my head remembers the words.