Blog

Poetry 2 Pt3 My Way Tour – Outback then home.

At the township of Wauchope, a bit down the track, Cricket’s a great relaxation. Should a ball fall upon the roof of the pub, All adjourn for a generous libation. The batsmen all aim for the roof of the pub – While the game’s on they all drink alot. The fans and the players at…

Poetry2 Pt2 My Way Tour – Darwin

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…

Poetry2 Pt1 My Way Tour – Toowoomba

“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…

Ch13 Epilogue and poetry.

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…

Ch12 Pt2 Cundletown

“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…”

Ch 11 Holocaust survivors

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…

Ch10 Pt6 Kempsey and exam results

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…

Loading…

Something went wrong. Please refresh the page and/or try again.


Follow My Blog

Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.