William Jolly Bridge, Brisbane, Queensland, Aus.

Showing posts with label My Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Story. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 20, 2018


In September 1976 Sonya turned two. We belonged to Springwood Playgroup. Parents took it in turns to hold playgroup in their homes. The kids had fun and parents had fun preparing activities. We also got to make new friends. Some of us are still in contact today and we have reunion dinners twice a year. I'm going to one tonight. We catch up on what our children and grandchildren are doing now days.
 Sonya had her party at playgroup. Another little boy, Troy had his birthday too.  Troy is now a specialist nurse, who helps doctors implant pacemakers. Sonya is an operational manager for NICA (National Institute for Circus Arts). Who would have guessed then.

We had indoor activities and outdoor play. Carol was four.

During 1976, Bill was very ill for three months. He collapsed at work and was rushed to hospital where they saw he was having a Left Jacksonian fit. The doctors said he had plaque float into his brain from the Carotid Artery. So he had a six hour operation to clean out the artery in his neck. There was a chance of brain damage so that scared me. I was lucky to have the best neighbour, Moira, who looked after the girls while I went to the hospital. (We have no family in Brisbane) My parents lived in Sydney, Bill's in Switzerland. He is an only child and my brother had just moved from PNG to  England. 
The operation was a success and he came home to recuperate. But it didn't happen. He got severe headaches and was projectile vomiting. I called an ambulance and sent him back to hospital. Doctors spent ages trying to find out what was wrong. There were no CAT scans in those days but he had every kind of brain x-ray available even one where they drilled out a piece of skull and pumped air in. They were trying to find a brain tumour which they suspected was causing the pain in his head.
After this last test his eyes pointed in different directions and he could see more than double  of everything but I was happy that he didn't have brain damage nor could they find a tumour. They gave him huge doses of cortisone and he started to get better.
A year later after going from one specialist to another, he was finally diagnosed with chronic sarcoidosis of the brain membrane, which is kept under control with a low dose of prednisone everyday. 
This photo was taken on his first day out after three months. He was marching for the Lions Club at Brisbane's Warana  Festival. I was so happy to have him back to himself and so were the girls.

Carol and Sonya at the festival.

 Daddy enjoying the girls again.

 The girls were two and four and becoming good play mates.

They entered the Miss Naarilla Tiny Tot Quest again but didn't win this time. I thought they were cute though.


Grossmutti knitted the vests and sent them from Switzerland. They hadn't met their Swiss grandparents yet. With Bill being sick and me not working plus paying a mortgage with a whopping 18% interest, there was no way we could afford to fly to Switzerland then.

Thursday, October 25, 2018


My Story continued:

Little Musician-Sonya 18 months
 Carol-Ann little artist 3 years
 TV Time
 Puzzle time
 Story Time
 Bed time

Saturday, October 20, 2018


In 1976 Sonya was growing into an active toddler and a playmate for Carol.
 Playing Outside

Playing Inside

 Ready for Bed

Thursday, October 18, 2018


My Story continued:

I have finally found time to get back to renovating old photo albums and scanning our old photos. While  I do this I write posts about past times which I will collate into a book, the third in "My Story " series.

In January 1976 we went to Sydney to visit Grandma, Granddad and Aunty Ada. They took us to the park to feed the ducks. Carol-Ann was three and Sonya one.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018


In the summer when it was very hot and humid, we would allow our dog, Ricky, to come inside into the air-conditioning. He was very gentle with, and very protective of the girls.
Sonya loved watching Carol play.

We had visitors stay with us for a while. They had been evacuated from Darwin, which had been completely wiped out by Cyclone Tracy on Christmas Eve. They didn't lose their house but it had been structurally damaged. Werner and Bill had been friends when we lived in PNG.

Sonya was getting bigger every day and I could see the girls were going to be good friends.

Big sister

Our little family 1975

Carol-Ann had her third birthday party in Daisy Hill Forest picnic area with local friends mostly from our playgroup.

Happy Birthday Carol

We didn't go out much in those days but we went to the Lions Change Over Night when a new president and office bearers were sworn in. I was lucky to have wonderful neighbours who would baby sit. 
Bill received an award.

My little darlings. Sonya is nine months.

These pretty dresses were sent to me from overseas relatives. Carol won tiny tots Miss Naarilla at our local fair.

One day the playgroup went to the Lion Park at Beenleigh. It is no longer there.
Carol was frightened of the deer and I don't blame her.

My Mum and Dad and Aunt Ada drove from Sydney to Brisbane to visit us while Bill's Dad had flown from Switzerland to stay with us for a while. Bill's Mum didn't come because she had found it far too hot when she had come a few years before. Bill's Dad loved it here and would have stayed if only Bill's Mum would have liked it here too.

Christmas came but Sonya was not impressed with Santa. Carol wasn't too sure either.

However, on Christmas morning Sonya was happy to find toys in her cot.

 Carol liked her presents too.

Dad had to blow up the swimming pool toys.

There were more presents under the tree.

Bill's dad was a cabinet maker and he converted our old stereo into a bar. These were the days when every penny counted and we had to make do. I was a stay at home mum.

Trying to corral the family for a photo.