Open your eyes to Australia
© Jim Low
When I was a child, my family often used to go for picnics on a Sunday. After Sunday school, my father would have the car ready, my mother would have the sandwiches made and the drinks packed, and we would head off to some interesting part of Sydney.
The coming and going
The rise and fall
Water splashing
A sandstone wall.
Pocked-marked,
Pimpled with tiny shells
The suck and splash
The rising swell. Continue reading “Sydney Harbour Childhood”
Sydney’s northern harbour foreshores were an important part of my childhood playground. Where the southern end of High Street met the harbour, a ferry wharf perched on the elbow bend between Careening Cove and Neutral Bay. In the 1950s the wharf was still named after High Street. An old, wooden structure, it has been replaced a couple of times and is now called North Sydney Wharf after the suburb. Continue reading “At The Wharf”
Syrian Mary was the name given to a hawker who lived in the New South Wales township of Mudgee. She walked the lonely roads and tracks of the district approximately between the years 1890 and 1910.
Twice each year she would routinely walk north-west to Coolah, a distance of just over 200 kilometres return. Also travelling south-east to Lithgow and back, a return trip of over 250 kilometres, she repeated this trip each year as well. Continue reading “Syrian Mary: A Remarkable Woman”