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The Making and Marring of a Baby-Boomer

This collection of stories and cameos (on my blog site) reflects a time and place where there was a ‘coming of age’ for many of us Baby-Boomers… It was an age of great social and political change… change that shaped the future for many of us and cemented an attitude toward life that has, if not lingered, then has burned a period of cavalier free-wheeling memories into our mind.

Mick… A character study

It never ceases to amaze me how some people can compress the whole spectrum of human emotions re. disgust, despair, weariness etc. into a short, sharp comment. “Jesus wept!” Bubblehead passed his hand wearily over his eyes. Mick had just that minute walked through the bar-room doors. It had been nearly one year since Mick… Continue reading

Mrs. Hancock

It’s funny, you know… the image of adults one has as a child, compared to the actual reality known by the adults of the time around you. Mrs. Hancock used to cut our hair when we were children… the four of us; from the oldest brother (about 10 yrs), down incl’ to my sister… Continue reading

Mrs. Fookes and The Marino Fish Shop

Let me tell you the story of another fish and chip shop owner. A woman too… not arrogant, nor opinionated or accusative… Oh, she was not a quiet retiring type. She had the voice and stride like a sergeant major… she would call for her child and he would hear her loud and clear half a mile away!… and… Continue reading

Kids, Cultural Differences and Willy Wilson’s Ferrets

When one reflects on some of those past acts of terrorism it seems the culprits of a certain “terrorism raid” were teens from 14yrs… backed by “adults”… Jeesus… how frightening!.. it would have scared the bejeesus out of us as kids, so when my big brother, with the help of his ‘Junior Chemistry Set’ purchased by the adults… Continue reading

“Static Electricity”

I hope I have not given the impression that the only intellectual activity in the front bar of the Seacliff Hotel was “bending the elbow”… and getting inebriated?… I would like to assert that, like many front bars dotted about this great country, a good deal of instructive and philosophical comment was conducted on any given night… Continue reading

Glen and Mrs. Wright

Did I ever tell you about Mrs. Wright and Glenn?… no?… Well, they were two “locals” down at the Seacliff Hotel… back in the old days, some of the last of that “war generation” that were retired or on the point of when we younger folk came along and taught them how to drink! Mrs. Wright was a… Continue reading

“Sos”

“Sos.” You had to feel for Sos… He was one of those people raised in an institution from a very young child… ”Minda Home”… that what it was called once, but the name was changed to ‘Minda Incorporated”… there was a personal slur in this state by using that original name… ie; to call someone a ”minda” was to imply… Continue reading

Nan

Getting back to that “Last Supper” thingo… you notice (as have many others) one of the “Apostles” looks remarkably like a woman… well, that’s because she is!… It’s no secret that whenever a group of “alpha-males” gather, there is always one token female allowed into the group. She is there as the “straight- man” for their confabulations… Continue reading

Jasper / The Tank Sisters

Jasper was a “Balt’ ”… ie; he was of those states cantered around the Baltic Sea… perhaps he could have been Estonian… he was a tall ponderous sort of chap… with a long serious gaze, with one of those what are called “lantern jawed” faces. He always spoke in a slow, carefully chosen word way… I don’t wonder many… Continue reading

Jim… A character study

A Sunday reflection… stories from a “wasted” decade. Henry Lawson once said the if you were drunk more than twice a week, you were never sober… using that as a premise, I can confidentially state that many of us boomers in the seventies were rarely sober! The story goes that Jim, on visiting the dentist to… Continue reading

Toothless

Toothless wasn’t really toothless… it’s just that she had a plate that filled the gap of three missing front teeth, that she would click and clack and sometimes push out with her tongue… an unfortunate habit that gained her the nickname of “Toothless”. She was ahead of her time for those days, as she didn’t carry… Continue reading

Steve

Steve. He was a study in tragedy… because of what he had become from what he once was. In the early days, you’d see Steve sitting in a tatty, stuffed lounge chair in one of the many dives and squats he frequented down “The Bay” (Glenelg), his acoustic guitar cradled in his lap, a… Continue reading

Billy Guy

Billy Guy wasn’t so much a mystery as an enigma… and that only because he spoke with such a thick Scottish accent that nobody could understand a word he said. Mark could claim that he knew him best, having spent a whole evening drinking with him, conversing with him while both were in an inebriated state… but… Continue reading

Erroll’s Prawn Night

The “Pub Gathering” was interesting, if for all the other things, the Hotel where it was held. I have “history” with that establishment… lesser so than my old “alma puttana”; The Seacliff Hotel… it was there that I forged an alliance (however accidental) with Beelzebub!… ahh!… the “demon drink” did for all us youth in that den… Continue reading

Jack Mitchell

Jack Mitchell shared the family home with his two sisters after the parents passed away… none of them ever married. Not that there were ever any suggestion of dubious behaviour amongst them one way or the other, it’s just that they never married… though I was told by a person who knew him, years later that “Joking Jack”… Continue reading

To The Lighthouse

“One must forgive the young their foolishness, for without them, there would not seem so much wisdom in old age.”… Socrates. Ah!… Friday nights, didn’t we look forward to them. But we were young and carefree in those days. A group of us young bucks would meet after work at the Seacliff Hotel on Fridays and imbibe… Continue reading

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  1. Joseph Carli

    Several people on this site have over the years suggested I gather my stories and such together into book form..well hard-copy publishing was never going to happen…I just do not have entrance to a network of influence to get that to happen, and from what I see of an opposition to myself and my writings by the “in-house cabal” on this site, there was never going to be widespread encouragement of my writings to a broader professional examination…with an exception of the perspicacious few whose encouragement sufficed to keep my spirits up.

    In light of this, I HAVE gathered my writings together into ten or so “E-Books” of seperate stories and/or local histories to a total content of av’ 20,000 words each book, of which this collection is but a random one of them….I will approach Michael in the future to consult his interest to place another or more on the site…I realise that many of my stories have in the past been placed here for the public…whether they have been read at all or been disparaged on sight out of “intellectual” spite is another story..But having them together under relevent titles could give those interested the means to keep a favourite “book” or two cached in their computer files..
    Thanking you in advance…and no..I haven’t stopped writing and am currently working on a long poem on a subject that has been on my mind for some time..

  2. Joseph Carli

    The greatest failure of The Left, is to have become “intellectualised”..so that now it is a de-unionised political debating to oblivion machine. People pointed to John Setka & said THERE is the problem..HE is a brute..It is not the likes of Setka who is brutish, HE is a protector. Setka was no more brutish than Castro or Che Guevara was brutish when all the time they were protecting those who suffered at the hands of bastards the likes of Howard who operated political cruelty levers behind the anonymity of The State Authorities..The Left talks too much these days and considers too little.

    The “intellectual” Left knows how to debate left-wing philosophy but cannot sell it to those who need it most…hence The LNP gets voted back in so many times..because the right-wing does NOT align itself with its base in an intellectual manner, but rather in a cultural manner. And it is cultural identification that brings people together to support the one ideal, the one principle & the one goal that is common to them all..Howard used base fear and base racism.. Tampa and “children overboard”…Consider Eddie Mabo’s people who stood alone for ten years in the bush with but their strength of cultural camaraderie.

    Cultural identity is what makes a people..ANY PEOPLE, be they of any nation suffering under the oppression of colonialism to withstand, if deeply committed to their culture, centuries of cruelty..it has made the indigenous tribes of Aust’ withstand & now, hopefully, conquer their oppressors. We multi-cultural citizens of Australia need to reclaim our heritage cultures and then to unite to make this a culturally diverse yet singular ideal directed nation…Fuck the free-market destroyers of everything culturally decent..everything community sympathetic..but most of all, we need to identify with an over-riding, connecting arc of mutual beneficence.

    We need super strong unionism!

  3. Joseph Carli

    The base that The LNP draws most support from is that same base that is most racist..and the demographic that is most racist in Aust’ would be, I believe, the one that considers itself the most dominant culture..ie; the white Anglo- Euro section of the population..

    Many of the Euro’ cultures have grown from early pioneer settlers and have lost much of their original cultural heritage..their adherence now to a confected culture quite removed from what actually exists now in the country of their parentage origin. The original pioneers maintained their culture via a habit of “ghettoed communities”…these communities gradually thinned out through family dispersal and opportunity outside the original settlements.

    The Anglo communities, on the other hand, did not ghetto and in many cases had a singular notion of considering themselves as a “conquering culture”, and held their culture above ALL the other nationalities that migrated to Aust’…I need not go into detail about this statement, anyone with a “foreign” name or identifiable physique can relate many a moment of racist attitude toward them.

    This hubris of cultural dominance was cultivated by opportunist politicians who saw advantage in securing a base loyal to their caste, colour and creed…and did end up creating a fabricated culture around lies and bravado by drawing upon a confected “Anzac Spirit” that ended up with now accusations of war crimes, Sun, sea and surf; “Bronze Aussie” that ended up with boozing, violence and obesity and a sporting prowess that ended up with cheating and racism.

    This was the “ocker culture” built upon nothing more than a marketing exercise of a false image of “manhood” etc…and when its feet of clay brought about the inevitable failure, the vacumn left behind was quickly filled by the frustrated culture with “white supremacy” and cruel racism..it was always going to be and the politicians knew it.

    So I say it is of little use railing for a political solution for the nation’s woes and inequality, we have to bring those now alienated people back into the broader community by having them re-claim their original cultural heritage, be it Britisn, Cornish, Welsh or Scottish…for they have been abandoned by their masters and left to rot in a wilderness of unbelonging…this too can be achieved through super-strong unionism…for The Union IS the community.

  4. Joseph Carli

    A Migrant’s Loneliness.

    We both are old now,
    And somehow memories fall easier
    From an aged mind, like dappling snow
    That I recalled from long ago.
    “There was a tree like this in the square”
    He said..and he reached to touch a frond of leaves.
    “Not a peppercorn like this, though.”
    He told of the old men in those days,
    Would sit under that tree and play cards,
    Tell stories of their own wild ways.
    “Like old cattle chewing the cud..
    We young would say…”
    And he smiled a baleful smile,
    An ominous portend of a long life’s end.
    He then looked to me with such sad eyes
    In which I could see so clearly defined
    Regret of what chose him to go abroad,
    “I would like to sit under that tree now”.
    He came to stop the gnawing hunger,
    Only to then endure that awful silence
    Of the long years of loneliness.

  5. Bronte D G ALLAN

    What a great collection of yarns, as usual, Joseph! Takes me back to my youth–I am now 74!–& reminds me of some of my own character yarns. Keep up the good work my man, you can certainly spin some good ones!

  6. Joseph Carli

    Thanks, Bronte…always good to hear from the appreciated…

  7. Steve

    I too thoroughly enjoyed that collection of yarns, nice escape from our usual political writings and also brings back memories of the 60’s and 70’s when l was growing up. Thanks Joe

  8. Joseph Carli

    Onya, Steve..my pleasure..ta..

  9. Anne Byam

    Loved the article – the stories and the poem Joseph. As usual – great reading.

    And I agree with Steve and Bronte – Takes me to “back in the day” …

    I am 79 now, and remember so many things oh so well – particularly stuff from the rural sector – which was a good half of my life. The other half was Melbourne city / suburbs. The ‘”good ‘ole days” – such a true few words.

  10. Joseph Carli

    Hello, Anne…and thank you for the comp’…I just reached my “use-by date” on Sat’…three score and ten…everything from here on is a bonus!

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