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 →
…”it was entirely adequate at that time for Irene and me and that my daughter had a separate room and lovely surroundings to take her first faltering steps in Australia.”… Continue reading Ch10 Pt2 Our brick and fibro castle at Want Street →
No other home we ever owned in the future meant quite so much to us as that dark green timber garage with the silver corrugated iron roof.… Continue reading CH10 Pt1 The best garage in Caringbah. →
How can one give one’s first impressions of Australia at a distance of thirty-two years? I kept no notes of our first Australian landfall. I recollect that as we got off the ship at Fremantle for a stop of just a few hours, I was a little dismayed at a lean, lantern-jawed, “typical Aussie” who… Continue reading Ch9 Pt4 Arrival in Australia →
Finally, at midnight, like a cork out of a bottle, we left the Gulf and the ship thrust itself into the Red Sea. The next day it was glistening water on either side, sweltering heat, porpoises and clouds of flying fish emerging with a whirring sound from the water, flitting through the air for several… Continue reading CH9 Pt3 Ceylon / Sri Lanka →
“If these things made Irene begin to doubt the wisdom of continuing to reside in London, I saw the city as a huge stone and concrete prison. “… Continue reading Ch9 Pt1 Sponsorship to Australia →
Death at other times came unannounced, and with frightening suddenness. One day Irena was fishing in the River Jordan with a sixteen years old youth who was well known for his habit of whistling Strauss waltzes…Suddenly a shot was fired from the bushes on the opposite bank and Irena’s companion fell dead.… Continue reading Ch8 Pt4 Jugend Aliyah, the kibbutz, and the ATS. →
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