Category: My Dad

  • Dad’s new home

    Dad’s new home

    After rehabilitation from a severe fall, Dad (91) is now a permanent low-care resident in a lovely home called

  • Recollections of Patonga

    Recollections of Patonga

    Patonga is a village near the mouth of the Hawkesbury River.  On the eastern side of the bay, reachable at high tide only by wading through a lagoon, is Dark Corner. Relatives of ours had a weekender there. Actually the term weekender was a bit generous; in the absence of maintenance it was decaying into…

  • My Dad and cancer

    My Dad and cancer

    One moonless night in the 1960s Dad was assigned to look after a fatal motor accident. A pedestrian had been hit and the driver of the car had gone into deep shock and was taken to Auburn Hospital. 

  • My Dad and the beer strike

    My Dad and the beer strike

    In the early 1960s Dad was based at Lidcombe police station in the western suburbs of Sydney. Each morning on arriving at the station he would check the cells to see what the night had brought.  One morning he found a small man of about 60 years there. It was obvious to Dad he was…

  • We visit Uncle Irvin

    We visit Uncle Irvin

    Dad visits for lunch, then off to Uncle Irvin’s for afternoon tea.