Now that's a post hole digger.(the metal thing not the lady) A home made post hole diggerfor digging holes 5' 6"
deep, for 8' concrete posts for a post and panel boundary retaining wall.
Caught in the act. Bonnie & Clyde
caught on the bed.
Karen & Jess (the
first Grandchild)
The Real Estate years
Square dance fancy
dress night
My wife Coral,
(when we first met)
The sad times
1988
Our oldest son Vaughan died from injuries received in a vehicle roll
over. The sadness of his loss inspired me to write the following poem in
remembrance of him and other young men I have known.
"I Remember".
Also one by
John Bourke.
"When I Am Dead"
1994
Karen's little Mini after another driver failed to stop at a stop sign.
She & friend Joanne were both severely injured & flown to Perth by RFD
for intensive care treatment. I was so proud of her when the first
words she was able to write on the slate to us was "I WILL get better"
4WD Club days Bush stopover near Tallarang
Peak, with other 4WD Club members
A little lamb curled up in the sun.
Curled up into the defense position
with all the spines out.
A little
nocturnal Echidna I found in the front yard one night, many years ago.
It's the only one I have ever seen