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stories from my childhood 7 …

[Nana and little me] This beautiful woman was my maternal grandmother … she lived such an interesting life, though I am sure that if you had asked her, she would have said it was very ordinary. She was born in 1910, in Victoria, Australia. When she was about 16, her family loaded their life onto […]

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stories from my childhood 6 …

Such a lovely vintage birthday scene … this is three quarters of my family, enjoying a birthday party. [The other quarter was busy taking the photo.] It took place in my aunty’s backyard in Perth waaaay back in the sixties! Sigh. Such a long time ago. I remember bits and pieces of the trip from […]

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stories from my childhood 5 …

If you were to wander a few hundred metres down the dusty main road that ran through our campus where we lived, you would have come across a muddy little creek. Thinking back, it seemed very wide, fast and furious at the time, through the eyes of a six year old. I revisited the creek […]

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Stories from my childhood 4 …

My mum loved animals and we nearly always had a pet of some kind making themselves at home in our family. They just magically seemed to appear on the doorstep, and she could never say no. While living on the College campus, a puppy came looking for a good home, and naturally found her way […]

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Stories from my childhood 3 …

My early education was an interesting combination of home schooling and a little local primary school, which catered for about 20 students at any given time. It was about a 15 minute drive to the primary school, and about 5-6 of us caught a local taxi to and from the school each morning from our […]

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Stories from my childhood 2 …

Stories from my childhood 1 here …  In your imagination, fast forward about three years. I was about eight years old. We were now living on the main island of Fiji called Viti Levu, on a high school/college campus. My father taught accounting and spent most of his time out of the classroom supervising study […]

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Stories from my childhood 1 …

For the record, I don’t have the world’s best memory … I always blame my dad for this, and say that I inherited his ‘bad memory’ gene. Whatever the cause, I don’t remember a lot of my childhood despite it being a very happy affair, and I tend to remember isolated incidents, rather than the […]

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