AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)


Friday, August 6, 2010

Last Connections

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ An old phone at Point Nepean - right at the end of the Mornington Peninsula
Friday Flash 55

We thought World War II belonged in Dad’s strange, smudgy past.
But a trip to defences at Point Nepean, in the far south of Australia, shattered our crystal reverie.
Here was the spot where he once manned a cannon, watching.
And here was the very phone where he made his last call to Melbourne!

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Brian Miller said...

oh my. nice 55. a little bit of an emotional one...a little time trip...

magiceye said...

must have been an incredible feeling..
beautifully narrated..

John (@bookdreamer) said...

I recognise the feelings behind the picture. Near us is St Fagans which is a museum of historical buildings. It turned my son on to history, which he is doing his degree in. Anyway, they have a row of mining cottages and each is furnished in a different eras style from the 1850s to the 1990's. So I stepped into the living past of my grandmother and mother - very emotional. Thanks for dropping to hear (yes hear!) or read my Friday 55 Flash fiction then click here. Hope you have a good weekend!

Unknown said...

this was beautiful. the emotion and imagery displayed in just a few words was phenomenal.

Ellie Garratt said...

How moving. Your thoughts remind me of when my OH went to Normandy with his father.

mARTy said...

funny pic- had to find out what it is;-)

Naquillity said...

what a great picture. i love coming across such old finds. and your story is very touching. hope all is well.

Bubba said...

Nothing like a family tie to bring history a bit closer to us.

Interesting 55.

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ruth said...

Beautiful, emotional, well-crafted 55, and the feeling of reopening almost forgotten mysteries - a piece of the past's puzzle rendering it alive again.

swputh said...

Somethings never change...
That was interesting..
good one...

Anonymous said...

Ohh.. this was sad, but lovely!
Sometimes we really wish and actually begin to think that some memories don't even belong to us and are looooong gone.. but only to be reminded that that's just not the case!

A very emotional and beautiful 55...
Thanks for sharing this painful yet proud memory..

Unknown said...

Wow, that'll make it real for you. Excellent 55.

My 55 is here.

Anonymous said...

That was wonderful my friend. When you come across such realistic things such as that is makes everything more real. Excellent. Have a wonderful Friday :)

G-Man said...

I Love historical 55's
Thank you so much for this very interesting story.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

Mona said...

The repercussions of such events are felt long after...

Jannie Funster said...

Gives me goosebumps that was the actual phone.

Namaste to you too!!



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