In 1959, the end of the world came to Melbourne, Australia. I thought it was the scariest movie I had ever watched in stark black and white. It had no special effects, no blood and gore, no aliens invading in...
Planet Paulines Blog Life Experiences of a professional accredited tour guide from Melbourne Australia. I am an observer. I am a seeker. I am a participant. I do not wear headphones in public places. I am the Black Sheep. I colour outside the lines. I accept the universal law. I do not follow the crowd. I follow the Witches. I believe. The TRUTH is OUT THERE!
They say laughing is good for your health. When you physically have to stop reading a book in mid-sentence because you simply cannot continue, you try but the laughter emanating from you is so overwhelming, when you are snorting loudly...
It was a mid morning phone call from her niece, which brought the sad news that Gwen had passed away. I couldn’t believe it. Her house empty, locked up, the 100 year old tree in the front yard, dropping its leaves as if recognising the loss.
The next day or two later, I stood at the balcony window, as I had so many times over the years, looking out over the rooftops, Gwen’s rooftop to the little chimney at the back. For some 20 seconds perhaps, I stared in silence and disbelief –
My City cousins visited from Melbourne every year. Being girls similar in age, I had a strong friendship with the eldest.
We would explore all the usual places around the farm. We were on the same wavelength and got on well.
At first it’s not evident as they begin to throw – I mean stow – your personal items. However, after many trips into the house, up the stairs, down the stairs, watch the walls, out the back, into the garage, how did we accumulate so much stuff, where is my door knocker, can you be careful with that, there is a subtle change in their demeanour.
The little white Mazda Familia hatchback, filled to capacity with the last of our breakable, precious items shuddered and swayed yet kept her stability on the slick, wet Westgate freeway. This car was fortunately built to handle such treacherous conditions, being full four wheel drive and turbocharged rally bred.
“ I come from Des Moines. Someone had to.” So said a famous author. Let me re-phrase that to more specifically reflect my own personal experience on making the life decision to re-locate to a small seaside town. “...