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Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Christmas is a blessed season to pause and soak in the loving presence of your family, recalling the quiet joy of the first Christmas in the humble abode of the Holy Family. As the song says, “Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.” For many families, this is true. You see, kids love family. It’s what they instinctively long for. Christmas is really the celebration of what many in ...

By |2021-12-18T01:56:45+10:00December 18th, 2021|Dads, Children, FAITH, FAMILIES, GRAND DADS, SINGLE DADS|0 Comments
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Dads, Frogs, Worms and Snakes

There I was, staggering down the dark hallway at 5.30 a.m., trying not to wake the children. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. What is that, I thought? Maybe a mouse? No, it looks bigger than a mouse. Maybe it’s a rat? Peering down in the darkness, I realised it was a frog. But how did such a large frog get into the house? All of these ...

By |2021-07-01T15:52:37+10:00May 8th, 2021|Dads, Children, GRAND DADS|1 Comment

Snakes Alive

As a boy my dad used to tell my brother and I stories before we went to bed. We would even sing a song, “Tell me a story” if he was short off the mark. Our favourite stories were Dad’s Snake Stories, most of them real. They would always end with Dad killing the snake and putting the dreaded killer snake on a nearby ants’ nest. The ants then threw a ...

By |2021-06-14T12:15:10+10:00March 19th, 2014|Dads, Children, FAMILIES|0 Comments
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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
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My Father

During the last few weeks, I have neglected most of my duties and usual routines because of the need to help care for my father. Many men of his generation, as they near the end of their lives, often regret having spent so much time pursuing material prosperity and career opportunities at the expense of family life. This was not the case with my father. Last Friday I stood by his ...

By |2021-06-05T17:16:11+10:00February 5th, 2003|Dads, Children, FAMILIES|0 Comments
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