May 2004

  • boy and birds

A Black Day

I arrived home from school at about 4 pm one afternoon to find that my pigeons had been stolen, and one of the new chicks had been killed and was dead on the floor of the cage. I was 10 at the time. It was 1952 and we were living at 44 Canning Street, North Melbourne. I loved my pigeons. I had five excellent pairs and they all were good breeders. ...

By |2021-06-06T08:45:49+10:00May 14th, 2004|GRAND DADS, Children, Dads|0 Comments
  • Anzac Day

ANZAC Day: For the Fallen

While attending ANZAC Day dawn ceremonies just now, I was reminded of how little people understand the unknown/absent/single father from the poems that are read on ANZAC Day. I have re-written the originals slightly below, for those who are battling and those who have gone before, and for those who would like to understand the plight of the "unknown father" who daily still lays down his life. For The Fallen Laurence ...

By |2021-09-11T11:52:35+10:00May 3rd, 2004|SINGLE DADS|0 Comments
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