It's all about me

Flashback: Me in 1971

This was me in my motorbike fantasy stage, aged 16. With white house paint, I painted “live to ride, ride to live” on the bottom of my denim jacket.

I’m looking a bit feral here. I don’t know what my sister and I were doing wandering around the paddocks with the camera. Perhaps we just moved away from the house so we could pose without our little brothers laughing at us.

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Carapook was about halfway between Coleraine and Casterton. I was in the fourth form at the Casterton Secondary School. In September of that same year, I met my first husband at the football grand final in Coleraine. The next year I went off to Mt Gambier Hospital as a trainee State Enrolled Nurse. That was back in the days when you were paid as you learned on the job.

In between school and work, I was on the dole for a couple of months and could buy myself motorbike magazines. I settled on getting a Suzuki as my first bike. Well, I’m not dead yet, there’s still time!

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Family History Friday

Family History Friday: William George & Emily Parish

My great grandfather, William George PARISH was born 5th August 1868,  in Yankalilla, South Australia, the son of James Parish and Jane Smith who had emigrated earlier from Cambridgeshire, England.

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Centre (seated): William & Emily Parish

William married Emily BRITTEN on the 18th February 1891 in Horsham, Victoria. Emily was born 9th June 1872, at Port MacDonnell near Mount Gambier in South Australia, the daughter of Joseph BRITTEN and Mary Ellen HUNTER. (Though Joseph and Mary Ellen were both born Wiltshire in England, they married 1868 in South Australia.)

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This my dad, William Kelvin Parish as a child (centre), note the same belligerent look as his grandfather!

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Animals

Kangaroo, last summer

A bit of a flashback here. The weather is so awful and dull outside – and cold – that I thought I’d do something different for a photo. Last summer, when the grass in the paddocks and roadsides had died off, this kangaroo came into our yard to pick at the bit of green. I think this old fellow normally lives in the paddocks behind us as I’ve noticed a single kangaroo laying about on his own during my walk. Kangaroos are common around here, and most homes with unsecured yards  get visited overnight when feed is scarce. Sometimes pets and people get injured. Others more desperate will come in daytime like this big fellow who looks in very poor condition.  It’s only since our old blue heeler dog died last year, that they venture in past the car and right into our yard.

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