Memoirs
Covid times are here. Not much fun at all. Here in Victoria we are approaching our vaccinat z noion targets which will allow us to open up gradually. Not soon enough for many. There are grumblings and a good deal of rule breaking. Rather than complain and protest that which I cannot change I will be taking time to time to look through my old slides, photos, diaries and documents. It's "part of my therapy" say the mental health professionals. I am writing down my memoirs. I can see already that it will be on ongoing project. Thinking back I am reminded of growing up in a happy home in Collingwood with my younger sister VICKI and our older brother GEORGE. We had many visitors and good times while my father was alive. He passed away when I was nine and our home became quiet. Mum was a devout catholic and she spent years in grief and mourning for our father. George was our half brother and thirteen years older than me. He had the ...