Watch this space, but stay hydrated and don’t forget to sleep occasionally.
fairy in flight My sister asked her Miss Nearly-three what sort of cake she would like for her impending birthday. Her mother hopefully showed her a picture of a cake in the theme of her new all time favourite television show “Bluey” (her psychopathic devotion to “Peppa Pig” having waned of late). “Nah!” said my niece. “I want a FAIRY cake” … And in that moment the family circle was complete. Don’t mess with the GOOD Fairy Miss Nearly-three’s grandmother had been required to play…
Help save the grave of James Dyson and his two wives in East Perth Cemetery The bodies of James Dyson and his wives Fanny and Jane lie in the old East Perth Cemetery. The three were united only briefly together under the same roof in life, and when they died many years apart, they were not necessarily buried in the same plot. But eventually all three were reunited on (not under) a single headstone in a family grave, in the oldest burial ground for the…
A reference list for the children of James, Fanny and Jane Dyson
During the early 1840’s, Western Australia experienced it’s first economic boom. This was both contributed to and was fed by a sudden expansion in the settler population. Between 1837 and 1843 the European population in the colony increased by over 50% — The settler population doubled. While that may sound impressive, consider this: The total number of settlers in 1837 was only 2,025 men women and children. There might have been an additional sixty or seventy soldiers, but that was it for a land area…
I believe I have successfully reconstructed the baroque, Byzantine story of the first Mrs Dyson. I’m now prepared to state my theory and die on this hill if that be my fate.
The unspeakable horror of Canning Bridge
This is the tale of two convicts in Van Diemen’s Land. Their story does not have an end yet: happy, sad or otherwise. Can you help?
A man killed his wife. When the powerful find themselves on trial, discussions happen about the justice system that don’t happen when the powerless are similarly ensnared.
On the pavements of around where I live in a southern suburb of Perth in Western Australia, are many concrete slabs of various shapes, sizes, and marked with various esoteric designs. Show me anything with two or more variations on a basic pattern of anything and I’m going to want to understand why, or more probably make a collection of it