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    Tell us your life story

    OK,
    Here is where you tell your life story, both farang and Thai related.

    Tell us about your childhood, family, youth, marrigage's and relationships.

    What you do for work and have done, anything you are willing to share.

    This may be a self diary, that will be great in the future.

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    OK,
    To start it off, I was born of a good catholic family, not wealthy, but loving. Our first table was a door with 4 legs nailed onto it, and we sat on fruit box's with pillows on top.

    I was born in Sydney, my parents met in Newcastle, both lived on Stockton. My dad was boarded out at age 14 to foster parents, after his mom died of cancer at age 27.
    His dad, my grandfather, was too busy making the highway to Yass, from Golburng. So couldn't look after him.

    He, they, gave me and my 2 sisters, a fantastic life. They worked hard, went without and did it all.

    They first met at their work, Royal Insurance, an English company, it was mum's first day as secutary, to the boss, an Englishman. This day he had had enough of how the tea was made, and called a general meeting. This was to show how to make Tea, the proper way.

    At the end, he declared that all staff would take turns in making the tea, starting with Norma, my mum.
    At 19 she had no idear, and after awhile siddled up to my dad, Jim, and asked " If the water is bubbling is it cooked??" and from there began our family. 55555

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    My dad was promoted to Sydney,to open a new branch.

    I was born in Sydney, and for the first 3 years we lived in a granny flat, near Botany bay. The old lady that owned the house, was not well, and so if i cried at night mum and dad would rush me out the door and walk up the street till i went to sleep.

    I also had a bad habit of talking to the "Dunny Man" as he came back from collecting his treasure, I would talk to him and he would stand at the door, talking to me, while dad was throwing up his breakfast, due to the smell. 555555

    They eventually won a block of land in a balot of crown land, at Allambie Hgts. On the Northern suberb's of Sydney. No town water, had rain tank's and paid for water to be bought in by truck if it was dry, dirt roads, no sewer the old thunder box in the back yard. It was post war and materials were short, he did a lot of the building himself. I remember, he was painting, on a tressel plank, I was 4? had a tool belt, hammer etc, the tressel was just above my head, and I saw a nail half in it, so I hit it with the hammer to drive it into the wood like I had seen dad do, but it went into his foot. I lost my tool belt 5555

    My grand parents, mom's side, lived on Stockton, Newcastle. Grandad, was a trawlerman, with his own Prawn trawler. He was one of 13 kids, they grew up on Misquito Island, no anything. Kero lamp's, Ice box fridge. When they married, the parents cut a 2 person setting off the huge log dinning table, and every xmas they took it back for dinner.

    My Nan( turns 100 this year) was stopped from going to school at 12, and had to look after other kids, as well as collect oysters from the rocks. She has always had bad teeth, as a kid, I asked her why, she told me, as a child she was sent to the dentist to get a filling, it was a treadmill singer sowing machine, that she had to pump with her feet to make the drill go. She hated dentist's.(I do too)

    My grandfather was a quiet man, never wanted to travel, came to Sydney once in his life.

    During the war, a fighter plane crashed off Stockton, in massive seas. The navy and emergency boat's tried to get out, but failed.
    Grandad and his brother, took their trawler out, with local knowledge, they got to the plane and rescued the piolt, they were on the front page of the paper.

    He died of lung cancer, when I was 9. I rember going out fishing with him in a row boat, when I was 6, and on his trawler, when he use to let me steer, I had to sit on the gunawal, and lean in thru the window, as I was too short to see over the deck.

    We had great times at their place, Xmas we had the concrete tubs in the laundry filled with drink and ice, beer in one, soft drink in the other, and the copper ( clothe's boiler) was full of prawn's. Wen we got hungry, we just grabed a bowl, and scooped out prawns, sat on the back step's and tossed the peel's in the bin, then went on playing.

    He died young, my nan never remarried, or even went out with another man, she said she had had the best, and that was that to this day.

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    great read JC... sounds like your classic aussie family

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    Wow JC Thats a classic made me laugh..nail in the foot, sort of thing i would do.
    Real good memories that last a life time. Thanks for sharing.
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    I enjoyed reading this and hope to see more coming. Is this thread for you life story are can we add to it with ours?

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    Wabbits the early years

    Born in Thames New Zealand we had loads of family there still do but some have passed on now.
    Used to love going to my Great Granddad and Great Grand ma's.
    They had travelled everywhere, I think he had real wonder lust.

    He stowed away on the last of the tall ships not long after the turn of the century (last one 555)
    Going to their place was like a treasure trove of nik naks from around the globe.
    Everything a young lad would look at for hours.

    Dad drove a truck for my early years then he moved and ran the local motor bike shop for years.
    Here started my love of motorbikes and was where I spent my after school hours..boys own stuff.

    Mum was a nurse so she did shift work and I can remember she used to get into dad about going to the pub..but that was the culture.
    Dad I think finally had enough when I was about 10 and left my life changed....A boy needs his Dad.

    Mum made it difficult for him to see me he used to come to school to see me and stuff like that.
    Not long after Mum sent me to live with my Grand parents about 3 hours away..quite hard for me.
    Good Baptists nothing wrong with thrashing the child as well as Grandma at times..hmmmm

    Mum found out and I was off again! This time to boarding school in Cambridge which was ok but not the same as having a family.
    My early child hood was better than later I think family was a big thing was sad for it to disintegrate but that was how it was.
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    hmmm boarding school... interesting

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    Quote Originally Posted by G4orce View Post
    I enjoyed reading this and hope to see more coming. Is this thread for you life story are can we add to it with ours?
    Yes G4orce,
    The idea was for everyone to tell what parts of their life they want to.

    I just put mine in to start it up.

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    On my dad's side of the family, his mother died when he was 14, grandad was working out country, laying highways, living in a van, so my dad was fostered out to a family on Stockton, and his sister to family in Wollongong.

    My grandfather was a quiet and reclusive sort of man, lived in a C'van. He had been in 2 wars, was in France, Fromells?? the place they have just found massive war graves.

    He got medals and I asked him what he did to get them. He never liked to talk about it, just said he was a night lookout, used to lay in a bunker and cover himself with a sheet of tin, one night the German’s advanced and in the morning he was behind enemy lines but made it back.

    The truth, we now know, is he got the DCM (Distinguished Conduct Medal) twice. The DCM is the equivalent to the VC, the difference being the VC was given to Enlisted Officers, the DCM to lower rank and file soldiers. The first one was for holding a strategically important hill, on his own after his sergeant and all the other men were killed or injured. The 2nd one was for bringing 7 badly injured men back from behind enemy lines, safely. He got various other medals, I am at work and can’t remember the other ones names.

    He was a prisoner in the Infamous Changi Prison camp. His brother was as well. In the camp each afternoon the Jap’s posted a list of random names on the notice board. Those names on the list were taken at dawn and shot. My great uncle’s name was posted the night peace was declared. He had gone to bed knowing he was to be shot at dawn.
    As a result of it, for the rest of his life he couldn’t sit still, he had to be doing something every second until he was exhausted and finally went to sleep. He came to grandad’s funeral, paid his respects but couldn’t sit in the chapel for 5 mins, had to get going. He was a bookmaker, and had a reputation of having taken a bet on which of 2 flies on a plate would fly away first.

    My grandad lived in a small c’van on a block of land behind his daughter’s family home in Dapto. One day he was putting on his trousers and got tangled up and fell, wedging himself in a foetal position between the pantry and the fridge. He remained trapped for 7 days.

    It was only that the local storeowner asked my aunt if he had gone away, as he hadn’t been in for milk, paper or mail for a week. They broke into the van, and found him delirious; his mind had reverted back to the sweat boxes that he injoured in Changi. He developed gangrene in his feet, and spent a year in hospital. Finally we got him into war vets at Collaroy Plateau, a villa with full service, food nurses etc. He died 2 yrs later, his body had gone toxic on him.

    When we cleaned out his van, there was an old tobacco tin, in it were his medals, along with a letter from the king’s dept thanking him for his effort and congratulating him on his medal. It was so old and frayed it just fell to pieces as you tried to unfold it.

    I have his medals, and when my stepfather retired, he did a load of research on my grandad. He got the medals re ribboned and wrote away and got his war record. Copies of his medical records etc. We know he forged his mother’s signature, and lied about his age to be able to join up. He was 16.
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    Quote Originally Posted by justcruzing1 View Post
    My grandad lived in a small c’van on a block of land behind his daughter’s family home in Dapto. One day he was putting on his trousers and got tangled up and fell, wedging himself in a foetal position between the pantry and the fridge. He remained trapped for 7 days.
    How unlucky is that!!!!

    Sounded like an amazing man. Almost a satire of great men hidden from society...

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    men were a different breed back then.... it would be hard to find a man these days with such a heart!
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    Sorry I have been slack.

    My childhood was very good, a typical Ausie family of the time. Not wealthy, but rich in love and caring.

    I have two sisters, 8 & 9 years younger. Great family planing, the older son becomes the babysitter.

    We lived up the road from “Manly Dam” a water dam with a large natural reserve around it.
    We , after doing home chores, like putting out the washing, going to the shop on our bikes, were allowed out to play. The golden rule was “ Be home within 10mins of the streetlights going on!”
    You should have seen how hard we rode, when we were miles from home and the lights came on 555.

    We use to charge thru the forest of the dam, catch crayfish, and build a tree house. We also use to run thru the lantana, and tackle each other. I got my first black eye when, while tackling my mate, connected my cheek with his heel.

    I started playing Soccer at 4 years and played it till I was 22. I also played League, Union, basketball, gridiron, sailed and surfed.

    OK, at 10years, I had a major illness. I went to bed on a Friday night, ready to play Soccer next day.
    I don't remember anything, but my sister's, who's room was down the hall, called out to mum that I was keeping them awake. Normally mum, watching TV would have called out to me to go to sleep.
    She decided to check on what I was doing, and when she opened my door, there was blood, vomit and **** all over the room. Like the movie the poltergist, they had to burn everything, the carpet, the bed the wardrobe.

    My parents rang the emergency after hours doctor, he came and had an ambulance rush me to Royal North Shore Hospital. He recognised I had Encephalitis, as only 2 weeks earlier he had attended a lecture by a British surgeon that was the world leader on it.

    Encephalitis, is a germ in the brain, it is from the Measles, and anyone who has had Measles has this germ in their brain. 99% of people never have the germ wakeup, and it dies with you when you die.

    If it is woken, there are two types, they both attack the brain's nerves, depending on where it is and what it does, it can either shut down your system instantly, or slowly eat it's way thru your brain and turn you into a vegetable, and eventually die.

    I had the instant shut down.

    They contacted the specialist, he was in Perth. They got him on a jet and landed him at Windsor, then a RAAF chopper landed him on the field at RNS.

    He operated on me for 21hrs and told my parents “it is now in the hands of God” He flew back to UK. I remember waking up in the theatre, and throwing up into a shiny SS bowl, held by a nurse, before sleeping again.

    I was in a coma for 6 months, not on life support, but couldn't wakeup. They couldn't afford to keep me in a bed, so I was in the hallway in a baby's cot. Out of the blue, one day I woke up, I had my legs hanging thru the bars of the cot, and my head jammed up against the bars, there was a kid there looking at me, he freaked when I opened my eyes and sat up 5555
    I thought it was the next day after I went to sleep, was ready to go play Soccer. Had no idear what was going on, and got very cranky.

    There was 5 of us with the disease, 2 of us lived.

    While I was “Gone” I had a near death experience, went towards the light, no colours, just a vacuum, no feeling of movement, but going forward, and a calm, warm feeling.

    I was like a strange new exhibit. The registrar, every morning, would bring 6-10 doctor's in to show me off. They would stare at me, pinch my foot etc while he stood there like king …...

    I was in a ward of 8 and one guy who had broken his pelvis, was in traction, had a chess set. I was a good chess player, so was out of bed, and walking to his bed when the doctor came in. “ If you put one foot on this floor I will take away your clothes, as well as smack you!” So there was the challenge, in those days, we had the steel trays that came over the bed for you to eat meals, they were on castor's. My smart arse mind decided to have everyone push me their trolley's so I could make a bridge to the guy with the chess set. I was walking across this wabling, moving bridge, when the doctor came in, holy shi. T was I in trouble, copped a fair caning, and stripped of all clothes.

    I had 2 months in hospital, every couple of days they would put me in a wheel chair, bath me, then take me down 3 levels below ground, put salt?? into my hair, make ringlets, and put electrodes on the ringlets. This room had no window's just 1 door and all the walls were computer's right up to the roof.

    Eventually I was allowed home, not allowed out of the house for 2 months, fear of infection.
    Mum taught me to cook cakes, and I was great at Rock Cakes 555

    I should have said, before this, dad had gone into business on his own, as an insurance loss assessor. He worked from home, mum was his typist, I got to do the filing.

    I missed the whole of year 5 but was allowed to go thru, as I had been an advanced student, and I had had tutor's in hospital, and at home.

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    Bloody hell. I presume this is the period that they cut into your brain and put some of it back? Your parents must have been going through hell for those 6 months...

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    Quote Originally Posted by Distantpeak View Post
    Bloody hell. I presume this is the period that they cut into your brain and put some of it back? Your parents must have been going through hell for those 6 months...
    Yes, I also almost sent them broke as well. I got a printout to prove I have a brain 555 and i have never noticed any problem.
    I enjoy showing people the ridge around my head where they cut my skull, they usually start out not beliveing me, then I take their finger and rub it around the cut/scar, they usually go " OHHH OH Shte!!!" 555555

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    what was with the electric shocks??

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    Quote Originally Posted by PatongBeachBoy View Post
    what was with the electric shocks??
    No it wasn't shocks, it was computer readings, they used salt??? to help the electrodes read the brain patern.

    Didn't hurt, but i was pssed off that i had to have my hair washed again, for the second time in a day. The shampoo use to sting the eyes.

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    At age 12, I learnt to surf, it wasn't big in those days, frowned on by many.
    The next door neighbour to my grandparents, was a friend, his older brother, away in the army, had a 16ft redwood surfboard. This was 1966. We “borrowed it” had to load it on a pram base, and tow it to the beach, 3 blocks away. It took 6 of us to drag it down the sand, we paddled it two abreast, three deep, with our arms over each others shoulder, as it was too wide for us individually.

    We went out the back, amongst the trawlers. And then when the swell started we paddled, stood up, holding on to each other, and rode it down the mine/face, till we eventually hit the beach 55555

    Many years later, age 17, I was sitting on a 5ft 10in twin fin, at Fairy Bower, in 30ft cyclone surf, amongst the top pro surfers in the world, and with camera's from all over the world. I got smashed big time!!! No leg ropes then.

    I learnt to water ski, at 8 and use to teach people by 12, only ever had 1 person I couldn't get up on ski's, my aunty, got her up onto the ski's but in a squat position, couldn't stand up. Years later I had an instructor's licence, and ran the ski club side of the tweed heads Aquatic centre.

    We use to go to Toukley, a town on two lakes on mid coast of NSW. I had a Moth sail boat, and we had a half cabin, 21ft with outboard that we skied with. We went for 4 weeks over Christmas.

    Friends, family would come and visit us, we would take the boat around to the pub, waterfront, and have a big picnic on the grass. Taking turns to go out skiing. A lot of funny story's there 555.

    Later Mum and Dad went to Canberra, for a conference, so many funny stories, I don't know where to tell.

    Dad was going to be in meetings all day, so told mum, just walk down this road, you will come to the town square, look at the name of the shop on this corner, then go shopping, and when you want to come home, find the shop and return up the street.. Great idea …. but mum got there, saw Lows, went off shopping, cam back to the square and saw Lows, headed off, passed the police station, funny , didn't see that before, went back and found that all 4 corners were Lows stores. Who would ever have thought???

    Another year she was driving Dad's car, having dropped off the other wife's at some attraction, she got off the main road. Canberra doesn't have a normal rectangle road system, it goes in curves, and circles. First city I ever got lost in.

    Mum is driving down the road, lost and sees a man walking, she stops and asks how to get back to the motel. He gets in the passenger seat and doesn't speak English, directs her with hand movements. She follows him, left, right etc. and finally he puts up his had to stop, she does, he gets out, bows to her and walks into his house 55555 Now she is really lost.

    That year, they went to the snow, with friends after the conference. They loved it, and we then started our snow life, 3-4 times a year.

    It is late, more to come later.

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    yeah bring on the snow stories

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    Some tough times there JC. You looked like you played a bit of Sport, but missed the best game of all - Aussie Rules
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