Before I get into ghost towns, gold and nickel mining, Herbert Hoover, and growing up amongst it all, I’ll shed more light on the family lineup and chat about some very interesting ancestry. To start with, the crazy side: my father’s. My father’s parents were an unlikely couple. She was from Malta, he from Wales, and how they …
Welcome to Gwalia.
After leaving Laverton, we relocated 90 miles back to Leonora, back to the sealed road. There was no nickel find in Leonora, but the town was a hub for rail and road traffic to the north and east. The railway stopped at Leonora, from Kalgoorlie in the south. Nickel from Mt. Windarra to the east …
Bouncing around the State.
I experienced my first earthquake when I was about two years old. Of course I have no recollection of it myself, but I heard all about it later. It was October 14, 1968, in Meckering, a small town about 130 km east of Perth. The 40-second quake measured 6.9 on the Richter Scale and basically …
A first memory, or two.
Things are vague in the beginning, as one might expect trying to remember back to when you were two. I’m not sure how old I was when the memories that stuck began, perhaps about three or four. It’d make sense, given the timeline in my parents’ life. I was born in 1966 in Perth. The …
Chapter 2: The beginning.
I’d like for this blog to work in a timeline fashion, starting with the early years at the top (just as you’d start at the front of a book), but that’s not how blogs work, so I’ll have to deal with it. Where shall we begin? Why not the beginning? Does every autobiography try to shy …
Chapter 1: Introducing…
Greets and salutes. Let’s get started, finally. I say “finally” because the idea of writing an auto-bio has been bantered about for a very long time. The spark was lit many moons ago by a dear friend, my journalism professor. Since then the candle (i.e., the idea) has fluctuated between raging inferno to barely a spark, but …