For readers, who have been following my blog for years will know that I have been writing My Story in post form now and then. I must thank those of you who left encouraging comments and suggested I publish my stories in a book. Well I have just published my second book titled "Butterflies in my Tummy", which covers my adventures between 1956 and 1970. Now I am going to continue my story only because I am renovating my old photo albums and scanning the photos. Hopefully, the stories will continue to interest my children and some of my readers. However, after the adventures my family had as pioneering new Australians, my working and fun years in PNG and an exciting time travelling the world and living in Switzerland the rest of my story is a bit ordinary.
Bill and I arrived back in Australia after spending 1970 romping around the world. We came back from Europe by ship with our car in the hold. On board we had made friends with a Swiss couple, who were migrating to Sydney. However, Bill talked them into coming to Brisbane with us. At first they were accommodated in a migrant camp in Sydney while Bill and I stayed with my parents.
Even though Bill was promised a job in Brisbane we were short on funds to get there so we sold our nice new car, which was a model not available in Australia. We bought a second hand one and a trailer and loaded our belongings together with our Swiss friends, Silvia and Rene and off we drove to Brisbane. We had a block of land there and we decided it was time to settle down.
When we set off the weather was fine as we crossed over the Hawkesbury River.
|Rene, Silvia and me.|
|The view over the suburbs from our flat in Red Hill|
The view of Brisbane from Mt Coot-tha in 1971. We were living in Red Hill on the right of the photo but we were going to build a house in a new suburb called Springwood, which is way in the distance to the south of Brisbane in the bush.