On more than  one occasion I have mentioned

the Men’s Shed to which I belong. 

This is half the workshop and its contents

have been donated to us.

We also have a separate meeting room.



Our first grandchild is the newest thing

in our lives this year. 

She was born on March 2 

and already has a passport photo. 

We will meet her closer to, or at, Easter.


A Photo a Week Challenge:…A-New-Photo











A faded image of he past brings back

some equally faded memories.

My Grandfather (Bill) on the left died

when I was only 18 months old. 

Next to Bill is Rita. 

Rita’s funeral was the first time I acted as a coffiin bearer.

  I also taught Rita’s Great Grand Daughter

as a Casual relief teacher before we left the farm.

Frank and Jimmy lived in Melbourne and

passed away far earlier than I would have liked. 

Far right is Aunite Eddie who spent most of her married life

in Perth, Western Australia.  

My Grandfather and his brothers and sisters.


A Photo a Week Challenge:….Faded








I have taken some license regarding the word walking this week.

I have combined riding a lawn mower and walking.

Last Friday afternoon I was cutting the grass

in front of our house when, about 50 metres away,

I noticed a Spur Winged Plover (Masked Lapwing)

which appeared to be sitting on a nest.

It was nesting and had two eggs which were

sitting on a bare piece of ground.

A most inhospitable place to bring

two offspring into the world.

Remaining two to three metres away

I cut a circle around the nest and hoped

Mrs Plover would return.

Which she did.



Come Saturday afternoon and not only

was there an extra egg in the nest,

there had also been some home decorating done.

The newly mown grass had been gathered

and wrapped around the eggs,

making the nest look more like a nest.



Amanda                       Sandi




A few years ago my Aunt

(the youngest in the image)

gave me quite a few of these

family photos from the past.

The youngest Fonce, is now 86 years of age.

Her sister Mary passed away in 2016 aged 90.

Frank, my Father, died suddenly in

February 2001, aged 79.


Grandfather, Bill, whom I often mention for

his World War I service died in August 1952,

about a week after this photo with his then

only Grandson, possibly only Grandchild

(yours truly) was taken.

Margaret Ryan, my Grandmother,

passed away in 1974, aged 83.


Below is a photo of the original photo.

Can you imagine what this family would have said if told

that one day this photo would be posted for

a potentially world wide audience to view?



Amanda                       Sandi






Family photos are few and far between and there is an unspoken agreement that no family photos are published.  Even brides of the seventies and eighties have given the thumbs down to post their photos even though the subjects now look nothing like those in the wedding photos.


 So instead my ancestors may come back to haunt me.  I only ever remember meeting Rita, Jim and Frank.  There is a photo of 18 month old Woolly with Grandfather Bill, he died a week later.  Auntie Edie (far right) spent much of her life in Perth.


Brothers and Sisters.

From left to right

My Grandfather Bill,

and siblings

Rita, Jim, Frank, Edie


Weekly Prompt Photo Challenge:   Family-Photo



We are not grandparents

so cannot claim the title.

However I often talk about

my Grandfather in World War I.

He passed away in 1952

about a week after the only photo

of a grumpy 18 month old Woolly

was taken with his Grandfather.


A Photo a Week Challenge: Grandparents




During my 2017 visit to

The Western Front Battlefields

in France and Belgium…

I came across the

Lochnagar Crater Memorial.


THe crater was created by detonating 27,000 tons

of explosives under the

German Front Line

Surrounding the crater are tributes and memorials

to many men and women who served…

on the Western Front during

the Great War.

The boardwalk around the crater is created by 4 inch planks. 

At either end of these planks a small tribute

can be placed to commemorate one’s relatives.


I placed/paid for this tribute to my Grandfather

who served all along the Western Front

after being part of the gun crew

which fired the First Allied Shot of World War I

from Point Nepean at the mouth of

Port Phillip Bay,


The time was 1245, August 5th, 1914…   

a mere 2-3 hours after War had been declared in London

at 11 PM the previous night…August 4.

Lest We Forget.


Fandango’s One Word Challenge:  Tribute



Lest We Forget

A few weeks ago I happened to pass through

Corindhap township.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

The Avenue of Honour caught my eye

and I have included it as my

2016 ANZAC Day tribute.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Opened in 1917, the young cypress trees planted to

mark, line and  commemorate World War 1,

have now been removed.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

However, not they are not totally gone.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Several have been turned into sculptures,

recognising various aspects of war.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Light Horse.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour


Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour


Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour


Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour


Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour


Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour


Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

And those left behind…

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

to tend home and family and receive the bad news.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap now has a population of

around 100 people (Wikipedia)

a far cry from its peak of 5,000 in the

mid 1800s when gold was discovered nearby.

Corindhap Avenue of Honour

Corindhap Avenue of Honour





Wordless Wednesday-Maggie

Stop! Thief!

No matter how many times we say don’t,
Maggie will always ‘clean’ your backyard of bones!


She is an honest thief. She always brings her ill-gotten gains to our back door and eats with her family!


Wordless Wednesday – Class Clown (create-with-joy.com)

World War 1 – Diary extract

Below is an extract from Captain Dobson’s diary relating to Acting Bombardier Carlin’s actions whilst under fire around or on June 3rd, 1917.

Acting Bombardier Carlin’s records state that he was awarded the Distinguished Conduct Medal on June, 3, 1917.

There is no recorded date on the diary extract below.

I can only surmise what “O.P.” and “S. 9” mean. My guess, based on context of the entry, is Out Post and a type of Artillery shell. A further entry relates to a ‘S. 9. landing in the courtyard’

Appreciate thoughts, comments or corrections on my interpretations.

One day of routine manning I left Carlin and another at the tap in with instructions that if the line went we’d mend it at our end as it always got out about 150 yards from the O.P. the Hun strafing that point every day for no reason whatever and doing no damage except to a few telephone lines.   Sure enough the Hun had his strafe and the line went.  Harper was with me and another man, probably Davis.  Of course they wanted to go out and mend it, but as the line was of no great importance at the moment told them to wait till the strafe stopped – we could see and hear shells bursting.  Next thing Harper got a buzz on the phone showing it was through and a little later old Carlin’s head appeared at the parade, beaded with sweat and much wind up.  I strafed him for coming out when he was told to stay in.  His reply was, “I saw the O.P. was getting it and thought someone might be hit.”  That did not prevent him stopping to mend the line amongst the S. 9.

I have always said that “Windy Bill Carlin” is the bravest man I have met and one of the windiest. The man who is not windy cannot be brave, but the man who does his job at all times and under all conditions and with the wind up all the time, is the man I admire.


Lest We Forget