He woke early, the boy did, and dressed quietly. It was his turn to take the rifle and see if he could get a kangaroo. He and his brother were forbidden to go shooting together. It’s a lot easier to shoot someone else than to shoot yourself their father had warned. And never crawl through a wire fence with a gun in your hand. That … Continue reading His last shot.
Because there are some new people reading my blog I have decided to post some stories again. This one was from January last year. AND because it is on Bushie’s Blog it is true. And only one or two tiny details made up. One day the boy found a loose panel in the wall. It was low down and hidden behind the desk in his … Continue reading A reprint of “The Hiding Place.”
I did have a girlfriend called Meg, at one stage in my life, who was the receptionist at the firm of Collins Street Lawyers where I started out trying to grow up. I was twenty one. She was a very pretty girl and she sang like a blackbird. She wasn’t happy with her job and I was a little disenchanted with mine and one lunch … Continue reading Brandy Pancakes
Did you read the story about the little boy who burned the haystack down And his sister who was good and never did anything wrong. Well below is a picture that I just found and the hay hasn’t yet been forked onto the stack. And the little girl isn’t being naughty. You can tell can’t you! The story was called “Growing in Wisdom and Grass” … Continue reading Unburned hay.
We were sitting down for dinner in an English hotel in Sussex Gardens, off the Edgware Road. This was forty-five years ago. …..and there was a rather pleasant Scottish lady, Moragh. We had done all the introduction things the night before; where you from, why you here, whada ya do for a living. That sort of thing. But this night she asked if we were … Continue reading HRH Prince Philip and me.
Ok, so he’s thirty, she’s younger and the baby is eight months old. The big tour of Europe. But maybe a job would be handy. There is a position in a school in Somerset that looks promising. So off we go to Marks and Spencer for a suit. She says she should come to help me pick out a nice one. When we get there … Continue reading A day trip to Somerset.
In order to make it easy for those of you who need to know if it’s true or not, I will explain again that if it is on Bushie’s Blog (which it is) then it is either true or I changed my name to protect someones stupidity. The following story is true but I wrote it in the third person. The old fellow walked, absent … Continue reading Ink wells and searching for acceptance.
My Great uncle Samuel on my mother’s side lived in Bacchus Marsh and he died there in 1882. Samuel had a brother William who died in France on the 12th of November 1916. William was my mother’s father – but more of him later. On Tuesday 13th of June 1882 Samuel Johnston died aged 15 and a bit. My mother never knew him – he … Continue reading My Great Uncle Sam
I am going to post this on both blogs – so if you don’t know there are two blogs then they are https://abushietaleblog.wordpress.com and https://paolsoren.wordpress.com It is on both because it is about my story and it is also general interest. And it is true. I once knew a hero. He was a real hero although he denied it. In my life I have known … Continue reading I once knew a hero.
The way the foal was named was one of Dad’s ideas. So that led to the following story. Now I know it is on the ‘Truth” blog and not on https://paolsoren.wordpress.com which is where made up stories go, but the whole atmosphere is the truth. Just the details are mine. However it does illustrate the fact that sometimes my big sister won. The girl and … Continue reading Margot’s foal