Waiting for my celeb flight to Hervey Bay.


I’m being a patient patient and happy to wait my turn. One of my doctors is annoyed about the delays but that is the way it goes. Maybe tomorrow.bread-cart

The same doctor, Kathryn suggested we buy another bead maker for Adrian to create wonders….He has done the research, the buying and has a loaf ready….we aren’t there to enjoy though. What a bummer. I remember a bread man like this one walking round the streets of Urangan where my Mother’s aunt lived. Followed about a half later by the ice block guy. Narnie had a fridge though…run on kerosene. But the ice block helped on the sweltering days.

Narnie was an interesting lady. Her fingers were pretty crippled with arthritis….Arthur-itis as she always called it. She must have hated someone called Arthur I think. We had a family friend called Arthur Debritz who was a man of many uniforms….Army, Police and Ambulance and even at the tender age of 5 I knew he was a looker. He’d had his eye on my aunt Evelyn who spent her teen years in the voluntary girl’s farming army etc. He also was fond of my mother who was a good looker back then too. He was happily married for years to a lovely lady so all was well there.

When my grandparents came to Queensland, Narnie and Jim Marles tagged along. Narnie had no children and claimed my Mother as hers……she called her Girlie. I became Little Girl to my uncles who were the best uncles possible in my view. Gran had 13 pregnancies, 8 survivors. It was a tough life but they did well on the farms.

Uncle Jim had orchards in Gayndah and Grandfather snavvled land for dairy, beef, pork etc etc. in Mt Larcom north of the citrus country. The farm was huge and supported 3 sons (all bachelors) and 5 daughters until they all were married off. What a life!

Uncle Jim had a nervous breakdown and spent months in the hospital. He could see Narnie’s house but trusted no man….she was instructed to hang her quilt over the veranda each morning so he knew if she was ok or not. The doctor treating Uncle Jim took a fancy to Narnie (real name Georgina), and one morning after a glorious early visit from this doctor, Narnie forgot the bloody quilt. All hell broke loose I’ve been told – I wasn’t born then – and he raced down the hill with a rifle. Rifles were usually propped by doorways back then for snake shooting and the local folk weren’t too slow in helping themselves to whatever in homes etc. Not sure what happened but I was told the affair carried on for some years until the Marles couple moved to Hervey Bay where they both lived out their lives.


Till the next memory pops up, keep smiling. Much love and big hugs. xxxxxx





10 thoughts on “Waiting for my celeb flight to Hervey Bay.

  1. oldawg January 4, 2017 at 2:09 pm Reply

    Thanks for sharing Jo ! Love you!!

  2. joskehan January 4, 2017 at 2:18 pm Reply

    Right back at you dear friend. xxxx

  3. Jan Brigden January 4, 2017 at 3:01 pm Reply

    Jo, such a brilliant post. I could pictures the scenes as I was reading. Your writing is so entertaining. Thank you for sharing these precious memories with us 🙂 Xx

    • joskehan January 4, 2017 at 10:16 pm Reply

      I write for me just as I’d say it to you directly. Swearing et all. xxxx

  4. Gerri Bowen January 4, 2017 at 5:54 pm Reply

    You’re a patient woman, Jo. Thank you for sharing all those memories!<3 ❤ ❤

    • joskehan January 4, 2017 at 10:15 pm Reply

      Prepare yourself….more to come. I’d like to work on these blogs and getting Tim and family to add to it so it’s a memory for them at least. Nobody other than Tim really knows the real me. My fault due to closing my life and information to avoid unhappiness for anyone. xxxx

  5. Doreen January 4, 2017 at 10:43 pm Reply

    I do hope you are safely and comfortably settled at home now. Love reading about your family history. Aussie life very different from my Scottish upbringing so keep writing. Never worry about other family members who might take offence. It’s your version and they can write their own. So it’s as good a time as any to write what comes to mind. Those that matter in your family will appreciate their family history. Most people want to know their family background and who they are connected to. It’s a pleasure to read so keep writing. Luv, hugs and healing Xxx

    • joskehan January 4, 2017 at 11:20 pm Reply

      Thank you Doreen. Because of time and distance I feel there is so little my extended family know of me. My daughter was thrilled with one one of the blogs where I posted a pic of us together….I thought she’d hate it. xxxxx

  6. Fran Macilvey January 5, 2017 at 2:15 pm Reply

    I really love reading your posts, thank you, and laugh at ‘she must have hated someone called Arthur…’ yeah, well, all my Arthurs are tall, kind and good looking – the ones I write about anyway, as that is what the name conjures up for me. Lovely memories. ((xxx))

    • joskehan January 7, 2017 at 3:55 am Reply

      Poor Narnie always found a reason to use a name of a person she disliked.Rice was called Rita because a friend of hers could cook it brilliantly back in the day nobody really knew how to cook so it wasn’t gluggy. xxx

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