Dear Friend

I’d like to share a story with you. Gerry (not his real name) has been telling me that he’s been living in Australia now for sixty-five years. He painted a picture of himself as a young man, when he squeezed into his stovepipe trousers and sporting bright red socks visible above his winkle-pickers attended the dances at Petersham Town Hall. He said that he had a fun time and an excellent life here after migrating to Australia. “The ladies liked me too…” he said with a cheeky grin. I can just picture it. He still has that killer smile (with fewer teeth it has to be said) that swept the ladies off their feet.

Everyone has a tale to tell, but not everyone has someone to listen. Look for the youngster hiding behind the leathery skin of folks who mostly go unnoticed and unremarked upon.

Please stop and listen to the stories of both the young and not-so-young.

I find inspiration all around me, I listen to family stories too and my next project will be about the younger generation.

Take care

Gen

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