Pompoota

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 […]

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North by North East

Incredibly…somehow…you’ll be shocked gentle reader but it’s true…we left Adelaide…the crucible of democracy, birthplace of the Arts, rivers of fine wine and bubbling beer brooks.  Crumbling cliffs of Golden North Honey Ice Cream, Menz Yo-Yo biscuits standing stiffly in a row, Woodroofe’s lemonade flowing from the fountains,  King George Whiting the size of blue-fin tuna […]

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Monarto Cemetery

In Don Dunstan’s Day (past Callington way) ‘Twas promised a shining new Polis would rise. But…it’s still just pioneers with long dried up tears and six feet of clay to try on for size.  

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Adelaide…The “Rad”.

Adelaide, dear readers, the Queen of the South, the Athens of the Antipodes, the Paradise of Dissent. It was here that my ancestors toiled, span and weaved, punched and ducked, danced and drank, plowed and plunked, they squeezed accordions and strummed guitars, broke horses and ran bars, sat in Parliament and stood at sit-ins. Adelaide […]

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The One Armed Shearer

This is a story by Melissa Keough, a South Australian journalist writing for a newsletter called South Australia Today.  We don’t usually just copy stories like this but love this one, it’s Anzac Day, we’re home after a year away, and feeling swamped by sentimentality and love for this great country, our home, Australia. This […]

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