Pompoota

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Our beloved sister Colleen and her lovely husband Graeme live in a little oasis, Pompoota, out Mannum way.  “Where” ?  We hear you cry.  “ Mannum,” we reply, and when you continue to stare blankly we helpfully add, “You know, out Murray Bridge way.”  “Ahhh”, you respond, and settle back comfortably in your chair, confident now and secure in your knowledge of this place and that and of your relationship to it.

Now you see the great River bending through the red dirt cliffs, winding its way towards the coast to keep its date with the foaming Southern Ocean.

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2 thoughts on “Pompoota”

  1. The bathtub garden-priceless.
    At some point give me an answer, succinct as ever, to the question: How come the Aussies and Kiwis are so obsessed with WW I? In Europe if we do harken back it is to WW II and nobody cares about the first one. I know you lost a lot of young men in the first one, but then the second one was a victorious one.

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    1. Sorry to be indiscreet darling but WW I was a victory for us as well. So, WW I was a big deal in that it was our “introduction” onto the world stage, the first time our boys had the chance to show off and they showed off to great effect.

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.