In early 1960 I was working as a Laboratory Assistant at Sydney University because I had missed out on a place for PE teaching. There was only one college in Sydney offering PE teaching and it was part of the Sydney University. One of my tasks at work was to take data from my boss, a research scientist, to "George". George was the name of the university's computer. Yes, that's right just one computer and it filled a whole building. The walls were covered with huge machines with wheels spinning and it all looked wondrous to me. I was one of the few of my peers, who had actually seen a computer. A few days later, I would be sent back to George to get the results. I remember carrying spools of tape which had random holes punched into it. On the way to George, I had to pass the teacher's college where I sometimes saw the students learning to play softball. I would slow down and dawdle past, wishing that I was one of them. I was sure I could do a better job than some of them, who were even overweight. I reckon they were taken on their brains not their ability in sport. I had a bad case of sour grapes.
The 'Orantes' a cruise ship of the 60's had arrived in Sydney. It was time for our English visitor to return home. Dad drove us all to the docks, which were at Pyrmont then, now they are at Circular Quay. We went on board to say goodbye to Mrs R and to have a look around the ship. We all wished that we could afford to go home to England for a visit. My parents hadn't seen their parents, my 4 grandparents for 11 years now. In fact, all except one had died by the time my parents could afford a trip home.
|My mum on the left was always dressed fashionably. She sewed her own clothes and mine too.|
|Mrs R waving goodbye.|
|Lots of colourful streamers, cheering, shouting and crying farewell.|
|There she goes down the beautiful harbour back to our homeland. Maybe one day we will get there.|
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