Henry Lawson Rock, Mount VictoriaThere is a statue of the Australian poet and writer Henry Lawson in the Sydney Domain. Fixed to one place, it could be considered an uncharacteristic representation of a man who moved about so much during his life. High in the Blue Mountains at Mt Victoria there are other memorials to Lawson. On a cliff edge above the Kanimbla Valley, a rock platform has been dedicated to his memory. Just below this rock there remains part of a cliff-top walk.
Sydney’s northern harbour foreshores were an important part of my childhood playground. Where the southern end of High Street met the harbour, a ferry wharf perched on the elbow bend between Careening Cove and Neutral Bay. In the 1950s the wharf was still named after High Street. An old, wooden structure, it has been replaced a couple of times and is now called North Sydney Wharf after the suburb. Continue reading “At The Wharf”
Faded photos I still keep
Into the past I often creep
To recreate from what I see
The environment that moulded me.
© Jim Low November 2022
For my first twenty-two years, I lived with my family in flat 4, one of five, large living spaces that made up Ulleswater. The address of this rambling, old, two storey building is 107 High Street, North Sydney in New South Wales. Those childhood and adolescent years were spread through the 1950s and 1960s. A dominant memory that always typifies Ulleswater for me was its great sense of community. It was a safe place where things operated somewhat like an extended family. Continue reading “Memories of Ulleswater”
Tathra wharf is situated on the far south coast of New South Wales. Tathra is a picturesque, beachside village not far east of Bega. Some years ago, my family chose to make it our annual holiday destination. My wife and I found it a wonderful place to spend quality time with our granddaughters who live inter-state. In 2019, having not been to Tathra for a few years, we decided to return on our own. The area, despite suffering a savage bushfire since our last visit, had lost none of its charm. Continue reading “Tathra Wharf”