Here is why — Class of 1959
As I said earlier on Facebook:
The chat among us Class of 1959 octogenarians continues apace by email. So many memories and questions. The joy of the internet at its best, and evidence we all turn back near the end of life — and that is where I and we all are, with many having already gone before us — to where we came in! And it is not at all morbid. But I won’t be bloggng it any more, unless something truly amazing comes up.
And I must go as Clive Kessler has just responded to my last email. Yes, all of us in, from H, an emeritus Professor of Theoretical Geophysics and Foundation Director, Institute of Theoretical Geophysics, at the University of Cambridge, to the very undistinguished like yours truly! All on a level back at Sydney High 50s-style!
And true to that I won’t be posting this to the OBU Group, or tagging it as part of the 65th Reunion set — though I have just guaranteed a Google search will now find it under that heading!
But let me share some pics, some of which come from things classmates have mentioned in the past day. First, the musical life of the school. I was in the choir 1955 to 1957 — the year my voice broke!
Not like that… But in the following look at the kid almost hidden by H R Billington, conductor, composer and music teacher. Yes, it is I! 1955.
And in some earlier posts, especially the “Timor mortis” one, I talk about my athlete friend Roger Dye, whose fate remains a mystery. But here he is, photo tinted, in 1959:
Brilliant high jumper was Roger! And that will do….
The mundane life of Neil
Mind you, some good phone calls. Diggers companion Col Macdonald rang to say he was back from the bush — hope to catch up tomorrow. And Sirdan in New Zealand rang too. I had published a memory on FB (which Sirdan does not use) so messaged him about it by phone.
Sirdan gardening in Gympie 2012
Mitchell (aka Mr Rabbit) saw this and commented “top bloke”! I mentioned this in my phone message.
Mr Rabbit and Sirdan, Shakespeare Hotel Surry Hills 2009
Sirdan rang back from New Zealand, where he now lives:
Just had a phone call from Sirdan in NZ. He has had a run of bad luck, including a serious car accident that wrote off the lovely VW Polo we 14 years ago travelled to Canberra in! Sirdan was in hospital for a while — bruising to the heart among other things. But Insurance paid out on the car, and he now has a brand new Skoda. However just recently he fell down the steps at home and is all black and blue…. Otherwise fine… And very happy to hear the greeting from Mitchell!
This morning and for much of the rest of the day I was involved in those email conversations with 1959 classmates. But the Woolies SMS arrived telling me my order was next in line for delivery… So I went outside.
I really could not see the phone screen because of the light falling on it; otherwise I would have shut my mouth! Eventually the delivery arrived.
All items as ordered, including the crumbed fish fillets all the way from England that I planned to have for lunch, and did. Obviously not as good as barra at City Diggers, but very acceptable. Not having lemons, I used apple cider vinegar which worked just as well.
So there you go… Now I need to look to the last part of the “Magic Round” for footy tipping, and I have done very well so far — except for the Bunnies, alas! Not their year at all… I hope the following trend continues, and I am already two up on the Kiwi Expert!
See you later….
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