The first Tuesday in November is observed throughout Australia as Melbourne Cup Day. This is the nation’s annual religious festival. In Melbourne, while most of the cars and buses seem to be going through the suburbs towards the Flemington race … Continue reading →

There were quite a number of people in Box Hill who had flash cars. Most people who had cars had Austin Sevens or Austin Eights or Morris Majors or Vauxhalls but there were some people who drove round in big … Continue reading →

Just as World War II closed in those early days of Box Hill, my old home town where I grew up, my father died and my mother was faced with a dreadful decision about what to do to get more … Continue reading →

My mother was born on the eve of Anzac Day in 1915, the day the Australians landed on Gallipoli. She was born at Moonee Ponds, just down the road, I guess, from Dame Edna Everidge. Emma May Gordon came from … Continue reading →

It was not long after my father had died in Box Hill, where I grew up as a boy. My mother was struggling with her four children, with a business precariously close to bankruptcy, with caring for a newborn baby … Continue reading →

When I was a boy growing up in my old home town of Box Hill in those days just after the end of World War II, I had to find a way of practising my speech exercises. Growing up with … Continue reading →

When I was a boy growing up in the village of Box Hill, Victoria, in those days after World War 2, there was a pleasant girl in the Sunday School by the name of Sarah Pitt. Sarah was not a … Continue reading →

When I was a boy growing up in Box Hill, Victoria, in those days just after World War II, the one thing that captured the imagination of all of us boys and young teenagers was the idea of excelling in … Continue reading →

When I was a boy growing up in my old home town of Box Hill tennis was one of those sports we all dearly loved and one which most of us shared. At the Box Hill High School, the 900 … Continue reading →

When I was a boy growing up in Box Hill at the close of World War II, I attended Box Hill State School. There was one lesson we really anticipated with joy. It was the lesson known as “RI” “Religious … Continue reading →