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Memoir Archives - PacificEdge

Across the Fish, a journey into memory

December 3, 2017 |

IN SPATE late that day The Fish River At the base of the escarpment Up which we ascended through forest Dripping with moisture From recent rains. Last I came this way There was only a slippery log Upon which to … Read More

Figure in a window

March 29, 2015 |

…WHITLAM’s  in power and the war’s ended… for us, anyway, the yanks are still there, still involved in that peace process that seems to go on and on just like the fighting… and here we are in Annandale…”.

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Memories tumble like sweets from a jar

June 8, 2014 |

THINGS ARE NEVER quite the same when you return. They are similar, but not quite as you remember. There’s always something different… something you can’t quite put your finger on. That’s how it was when I returned to the rocking … Read More

A domed home in the hills

August 31, 2013 |

AS it’s the first day of Spring 2013 I thought I might commemorate the passing of the cold months (which weren’t really all that cold at all) with a picture from my film photography days, a photo now some decades … Read More

Three huts on a trail

August 1, 2012 |

THE HUT WAS LARGER than I remembered. Longer too. And was that metal table there when last I came this way decades ago?

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What became of Bill?

August 1, 2011 |

IT’S STRANGE HOW the mention of a name can suddenly take you back to something in your past. So it was that an online conversation on the Lost Sydney Facebook took me back to the Sydney of the late 1960s.

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How to buy stamps

July 31, 2011 |

LABYRYNTHINE… that’s what it’s like… a tangle of streets falling towards the water in one of those North Shore harbourside suburbs. Which One? No idea, they seem to blend one into another with their neat, lookalike houses and old apartment blocks. Wouldn’t like to live in those old blocks of flats… they seem to be pokey little places with tiny windows, I thought.

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First brush with poverty

July 31, 2011 |

Back here at 168 Cathedral Street it’s a weekend in 1970 and Yvonne has asked a couple of us to go with her to visit an old woman who lives in the narrow, dingy street that parallels Broughton Lane on its western side.

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Byron Bay: Discovered and rediscovered

July 31, 2011 |

TRAVEL IS SLOWER on this winding byway through patches of dark forest and out into open farmland.

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To the island

July 31, 2011 |

SOME MEMORIES fade and disappear. Some take on that blurry, swirly character of the incompletely remembered. Others remain sharp. Why? Who knows? In reptrospect, they appear nothing of great significance in life.

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