A life in pubs

These posts together constitute a memoir of my life. At times I doubted the value of doing this. Did I have anything worthwhile to say? Really, was it interesting? But I ploughed on, in the hope that my children, my grandchildren and maybe even later generations, might find in these portraits of a family life in the second half of the 20th century, some closer connections to these earlier generations. And, to be honest, I hope that my words remain a point of connection in memory and love to me.

 A garage, and six pubs. Part1. A garage in Murrumburrah

    A memoir of family life, the early 1950s

A garage, and six pubs. The first pub : Tallimba

    Life in the Central West of NSW, October 1952 to February 1954

A garage, and six pubs. The second pub : Bowning

   A short return to Cleary country, March 1954 to May 1955

Manly, an interlude

    A strange school, and seaside living for a few months.

A garage, and six pubs. The third pub : Sawtell

    A seemingly idyllic life on the North Coast, July 1955 to December 1957. But why did we         leave?

A garage, and six pubs. The fourth pub : Nowra

    The biggest town yet, a big opportunity. So why did it go so wrong?

A garage, and six pubs. The fifth pub : Pyrmont

    A sad story of life in the inner-city, through 1963-64

A garage, and six pubs. The final pub : Parkes

     A short-lived venture in 1968, this was never going to work.

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