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Flat Rock – Tall Seas

I remember one afternoon at Stradbroke when Pip decided that it was time to take his new “tinny” out for a spot of fishing....

I can fondly remember Auntie Phyllis, my father’s auntie (Nana’s sister). I always thought of her as a kindly old lady who loved me...

(Story by Helen Baskerville at the occasion of the Golden Anniversary of the marriage of Anne & Henry Baskerville on the 8 February, 1996)...

Fishing to David & Pip was always a serious endeavor, something that Tom and I could never quite grasp. We never could quite give...

The creek at the Gap held a certain fascination for us. We had arrived back in Brisbane as teenagers, and for the first six...

Our time at the Gap was dominated by two great activities; battles with the Arnolds and adventures in the local creek and dam. I...

David was only ever interested in creating games that had at least a 95% chance of getting hurt. Otherwise why would you bother playing...

It was at Wooloowin that I first remember Annie going a touch purple and losing her English cool. Bath time. I think there were...

Shout Every week, the Assembly of God church in Rockhamption would hold an open air meeting in the main part of town, as a...

Sam was always a sunny little chap. Knobbly knees knocked a bit and toes turned just a tad inwards. Bright, happy little face that...