Bancroft Don’t Mention the War
Now I know it may not be politically correct to talk about the good looking guy with the jet black curly hair and the...
Now those of you that know of the story will understand it when I say, “Tom is the only bloke that I know that...
I have already told you the one about going down the Stormwater Drain at Greenslopes. Well this is Mark 2 of that same story....
Every weekend our family would take the monotonous and repetitive forty-minute ride home to The Gap from the Sunday night church service at Coopers....
Now I know it may not be politically correct to talk about the good looking guy with the jet black curly hair and the...
Most of us have experienced it at some point, so much so that it is now part of Baskerville folklore – ‘The Mumma Wave’....
The house at The Gap was built about half way down the hill. Whenever the rains came, the sloping back yard would receive the...
One of the problems we had at The Gap home was mice. This particular time they were everywhere. Mum went on a mission and...
One of the best things about living at Mr. Goff’s place at Greenslopes, was the huge park that was just at the end of...
My earliest recollection of my big sister Mags, was her absolute heart love for animals. I still remember seeing her cuddled up and sobbing...
A long, long time ago there was an event we called �cracker night�. About two weeks before the historic date, our local shop at...
The Gap Water Hole Before the boat in the water hole met the sad disintegrating end, that David described in his story � The...
Helen, Tom and me were on our way to the Milton Public School one day and we got to talking about memory. I was...
The trouble with being born in September was that my birthday would always fall at the same time as the Gideon Convention. These were...