Author: philip.baskerville@gmail.com

For neigh on 15 years Tom, Pip and I morosely watched as our birth state’s rugby league football team lost to a team of...

Now I know what you guys are thinking – here is a story about a policeman with a bell. Wrong! This is in fact...

Television may well have come to Australia in the late 50s, but it never got to our home until many decades later. To our...

If it was a hungry man who, whilst working the waste conveyor of an ancient abattoir, decided to pocket the passing ox tail for...

Tradition and loyalty are quite wonderful attributes when applied to most situations in life. Still, I would like to share with you some real...

Once upon a time, a long time ago, in our far away home at Wooloowin, milk was actually delivered to the back door of...

Now there is a recognized spirit of adventure – which I can identify with, but there is also an instinctive longing for survival. I...

One noticeable transition that occurs in the natural evolution from primary to secondary school, is the way in which teachers are recognized by the...

Well, the stories of our two year stay in Rockhampton would not be complete without at least some mention of our idiosyncratic church at...

When I was in Grade 4 at primary school, Dad accepted a job transfer to the Commonwealth Bank in Rockhampton. This sadly meant leaving...