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The tears I’ve cried since 1962 have been evenly shared between family and the Port Adelaide Football Club. I started barracking for the Magpies when I was nine. My sister Sharon kept Port scrapbooks and I copied her. I cut out photos from The News including headshots of Jack Cahill from his used-car ads and stuck them in my book with Clag. On Fridays I … Continue reading From a backyard in Port Pirie to Shanghai
A young lawyer drinks a whole-bunch Pinot at a hipster wine bar in Adelaide while an old grapegrower getting by on an oily rag can only glance at the wine list in the window and keep walking. Dairy-farmers are doing it tough but grapegrowers have had 10 years of it. Twenty-five years ago my sister Elizabeth married Michael in the backyard of our cream-brick home … Continue reading The canvas can do miracles
Kay Brothers Amery Vineyards launched its book, The First 125 Years, in the ‘heritage cask room’ that went up 17 years before the Titanic went down. Kindly folk shuffled into the dimly-lit cellar from the midday sun to sip cool, fizzy Shiraz. It was a Saturday but felt like a Sunday with a solemn congregation of true Kay believers. There were whole tables of 80-year-old ladies … Continue reading Kay Syrah Syrah, whatever will be, will be
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When I was 14 years old I worked for Ken Madigan Sports Store in Port Pirie. I was shy. I hid behind the goggles and flippers to avoid customers. Dad sent me out the back to blow up netballs and stack boxes of trampolines. I spent my whole wage on Fanta from the Coke machine and gingerbread men from Angie’s Cake Shop. We delivered toys … Continue reading Mayhem at Midnight Mass
Honouring the Anzacs at Wandearah Hall nestled among wheat fields in the Mid North. Continue reading Among the fields of gold
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