I was going to post some travel photos
as they are memories of some
good times and experiences
in the past decade or so.
Then I remembered this family photo
posted a few days ago.
If you missed it from left to right:
My Grandfather Bill, Rita, Jim, Frank and Edie.
All brothers and sisters.
There is a photo of 18 month old Woolly
with his grandfather. Sadly Bill passed away
a week after the photo was taken.
Edie lived in Perth (W.A.) and I never met her either.
Auntie Rita lived nearby and I had
the deepest voice of anyone I have ever met.
She was also a smoker and used to pierce
her cigarettes with a pin and
hold the pin while smoking.
Presumably to keep her fingers nicotine free.
I think Uncle Jimmy must have spent some
time with us as I do vaguely remember him
However, it was his dog,
a Border Collie, called Boy,
which I associate with Jimmy.
Uncle Frank and his wife were the people
introduced me to boy’s beer
in my pre-teen years.
Boy’s Beer was any form of soft drink which
happened to be in their fridge when we visited.
Strangely after being fed Boy’s Beer when young,
I have never touched the real thing.
The only time I think an alcoholic beverage
is a must is in a wine trifle.
All through my adult/working life
Coca Cola has been my poison.
And sadly I have copped a bit of flak
because I do not imbibe alcohol.
Interestingly all age groups have at
one time or another tried extremely hard
to get me drinking.