I first came across the name Tilly Aston in an exhibition on Vision Impairment at the Victorian Museum in 2012. I later learnt more about this remarkable and inspiring woman by reading her Memoirs, as well as some of her poetry from her published collections.
My childhood at North Sydney took place in post-War Australia of the 1950s. Thankfully I still have many fond memories of not only the district but also the people I met there.Continue reading “Miss Carey’s Little Park”
When those shots resounded
Bodies lying on the bushland floor
They crossed a line and forever
Their name would be outlaw