Aah,take me back,please. When every jouney was an adventure! I nearly remember when about 7 or 8,I was put on the "Overland" in Melbourne by my Uncle Jack to motor home to Adelaide.Overnight;there was a lady near my sit up seat and uncle jack asked if she'd mind keeping an eye on me.She said something about me not sleeping...Uncle just said "this boy would sleep on a barbed wire fence" And so it went till breakfast at Murray Bridge and being met in Adelaide an hour or so later.70 years later...this has remained part of my story.
good story, thank you! reminds me that unless we write down our biography, and stories, every one of them disappears like it never happened once everyone that was there dies. But those stories that are written down, keep that moment from EVER disappearing if there will ever be someone that will read it and learn it. That keeps that moment from ever disappearing, and keeps the people that experienced that moment from ever disappearing. That's how our biographies give us a type of immortality, until everyone and everything that ever knew us has disappeared, we will exist. Everyone that can be named from history, has an immortality, Pythagoras, Plato, Socrates, Kushim, a Sumerian accountant from Uruk 5000 years ago, Cleopatra, Alexander, Genghis Khan, etc... those who have had their stories preserved, will never be forgotten, and exist forever. So, tell your stories, write your biography. Exist beyond your years. When I was about 8, I was at a roller rink, and some girl older than me decided to skate with me to the song "Lady" by the Little River Band (Australian!) and the lyrics were not the only reason that moment was chiseled into my memory, she was BEAUTIFUL. I have other memories from my early childhood of course, but that one moment, in the spring of 79, is poignant, and has an Australian connection!
Aah,take me back,please. When every jouney was an adventure! I nearly remember when about 7 or 8,I was put on the "Overland" in Melbourne by my Uncle Jack to motor home to Adelaide.Overnight;there was a lady near my sit up seat and uncle jack asked if she'd mind keeping an eye on me.She said something about me not sleeping...Uncle just said "this boy would sleep on a barbed wire fence" And so it went till breakfast at Murray Bridge and being met in Adelaide an hour or so later.70 years later...this has remained part of my story.
ReplyDeletegood story, thank you!
Deletereminds me that unless we write down our biography, and stories, every one of them disappears like it never happened once everyone that was there dies. But those stories that are written down, keep that moment from EVER disappearing if there will ever be someone that will read it and learn it. That keeps that moment from ever disappearing, and keeps the people that experienced that moment from ever disappearing. That's how our biographies give us a type of immortality, until everyone and everything that ever knew us has disappeared, we will exist.
Everyone that can be named from history, has an immortality, Pythagoras, Plato, Socrates, Kushim, a Sumerian accountant from Uruk 5000 years ago, Cleopatra, Alexander, Genghis Khan, etc... those who have had their stories preserved, will never be forgotten, and exist forever.
So, tell your stories, write your biography. Exist beyond your years.
When I was about 8, I was at a roller rink, and some girl older than me decided to skate with me to the song "Lady" by the Little River Band (Australian!) and the lyrics were not the only reason that moment was chiseled into my memory, she was BEAUTIFUL.
I have other memories from my early childhood of course, but that one moment, in the spring of 79, is poignant, and has an Australian connection!
and a musical connection! ("Song of my people")
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