Random thoughts and observations
I lived through 348 days of 1967, and although I don’t remember any of it, I’m sure it was a very good year.
I was born at the West Gippsland Hospital in Warragul and my parents lived just a few miles away towards Nilma.
Looking back on 1967 it seems to have been a break-out year, with post-war austerity largely forgotten, but Vietnam serving to threaten peace and prosperity.
I’ve always had a mild interest in tennis. I enjoy playing it and don’t mind watching it, but not to the same degree I follow other sports, especially rugby, cricket and Australian football.
My father taught me to play squash before he let me use his Pancho Gonzales tennis racquet.
Dad was good at both sports until his back injury precluded him from playing much.
When I was first taught to write with a pen at primary school it was using a cartridge pen.
This thought came to me today when I heard that Maggie is due to get her “pen licence” this year when she starts Year three in a few weeks.
I think I was in grade three when they gave us cartridge pens, but it may have been later.
The first grand final I can remember taking an interest in, aged 8, was North Melbourne’s win against Hawthorn in 1975. It was North’s first premiership and I listened on the radio, as matches weren’t live on TV until 1977. In fact, I recall visiting the boy next door and listening to it with him [...]
The twins had their primary school sports yesterday. Along with the traditional sprint and hurdles (over tiny jumps) they “competed” in a range of novelty events including an egg-and-spoon race (with a golf ball instead of an egg), sack race, goal kicking and minkey (hockey). It brought back memory fragments of my school sports at [...]
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