As the trip speeds up and we reach the Kingdoms of the Cattle Barons, the rhythm of the verse alters and breaks into a canter. A barbeque lunch at McKinlay’s Bush Pub Was eaten with happy enjoyment. And numerous flies partook of the feast Because of their skilful deployment. We kept them at bay as best… Continue reading Poetry2 Pt2 My Way Tour – Darwin →
“MY WAY” TOUR, JUNE, 1988 – TO DARWIN AND BACK – Jim Foxon’s Meanderings. —————– The worst night of my life I spent ‘ Twas on the eighth of June ‘Twas worse by far than when I went Upon my honeymoon ~ The wife was up and down all night. (It wasn’t what you think). The waterworks were quite all right. We’d never had… Continue reading Poetry2 Pt1 My Way Tour – Toowoomba →
This is not the end of the history of the Foxon Family. Hopefully it is only the beginning of our story in Australia. The rest lies in the future, and is unknowable to me. All I can do is to wish those future generations good luck. I am pleased about one important thing. Although our… Continue reading Ch13 Epilogue and poetry. →
“Irene and I live in a modest three bedroom brick veneer cottage with a double garage underneath. It overlooks the Manning River at Cundletown, just out of Taree on the mid north coast of New South Wales. We moved here twelve years ago, causing quite a stir…”… Continue reading Ch12 Pt2 Cundletown →
One other thing worthy of mention happened while we were in Kempsey: Irene discovered that she had some family in Melbourne. We learnt of Sophie’s existence through a letter from Irene’s mother, but as we only knew her maiden name, had some difficulty in tracking her down. We took the Morris Minor to Melbourne, and… Continue reading Ch 11 Holocaust survivors →
Our house was perched on the ridge with beautiful views both ways, especially up the Tweed Valley to Mount Warning. The main window in the lounge was plate glass, and the view was like an oil painting of the Valley by a master landscape artist. Sometimes birds skimmed across the valley and tried to fly… Continue reading Ch10 Pt6 Kempsey and exam results →
I questioned the wisdom of leaving Sydney. I even questioned the wisdom of coming to Australia. I questioned my own ability.… Continue reading Ch10 Pt5 Paw paws and confidence. →
Whilst still working at Hurstville, and as an additional task, as if the Clerks Course wasn’t enough, I built a thirty foot glassed-in verandah and extra bedroom on the back of our house at Caringbah. I did everything myself, from the concrete and drainage to the roofing, window-flashing and floorboard cramping. Once again, although it… Continue reading Ch10 Pt4 Moruya and the toy car →
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