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Now there were several ways to spend a regular school teaching period in the library at Grammar. One way was to be instructed to...

  Shellshear was my best mate in my last year at Brisbane Grammar School. He was repeating the senior year, having done rather poorly...

Bathtime at Kaboora on Stradbroke Island in the 60s, was a time of great dilemma and trauma. See – there were two choices. There...

Mum is the only person I know who can be cooking a meal for 8 and with the unexpected arrival of another family still...

Things finally began to settle down as the vigilante posse was herded back into their sleeping quarters by the now rather anxious camp leaders....

David’s pack of mates were on to it from day one. They knew that the quickest way to meet the 1,000 young people attending...

  Bancroft and I were pretty much drifting off to sleep in our PJs, when we were woken by my big brother David. This...

  Well, the potato sack race was the final event of the inter-denomination church sports day. Looking at that start line, it seamed seamed...

So, the inter-denomination sports day and competition continued, but this time on the volleyball court. Our enthusiasm and daring athletic ability, not to mention...

Coopers was the name affectionately given to the church that I attended in my youth. In the status of congregation numbers it only ranked...