by John FindleyPublish: Dec 28, 2024 Historical Romance
Book Overview
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the product of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. After saying that, I have known many people with the qualities I write about in this book.
This book is about a young man whose father has been shot on the family property. His mother has decided to sell their Sheep Station to a neighbor. His mother then returns to live in England with her brother-in-law and his family. The young man chooses to live with his grandmother in Melbourne. We follow his adventures with girlfriends, work, and university.
His life is happy, but it takes him a long time to realize true happiness. Once he works this out, he is pleased.
I apologize to the readers of another nonfiction book for shamelessly including an encounter with a pretty young lady that I have already written about. I have included my own story and let Ian, the young man in this story, claim it's his memory.
I mention, Recollections of My Life, a 2005 book published through Amazon. The chapter I have included is Dinner Dance with Marie.
BIOGRAPHY With one thing and another, I lived with my grandparents through my school years. My Dad remarried and I lost touch with him until my sister wished to marry, needing his permission tracked him down. We met his new family and I found more brothers and sisters.
On leaving school, I worked for a government bank for well over thirty years. I was a good banker. I liked my job, and I advanced through the ranks from clerk to manager. But the money/pay packet was never enough for me to live on, so many part-time jobs were undertaken in the early mornings or at night.
I met and married a sweet young lady; we acquired a family of three children. We enjoyed a few great caravan holidays, one lasting six months and taking us all around Australia. That wife found that a better life awaited her, so she left our three children with me and started a new life with her new love. My children and I continued caravan holidays, and I learned to iron shirts, prepare meals, etc., and do most of the jobs the ex-wife had done.
A new lady then came into my life, bringing three children of her own. I fell hopelessly in love. We married and set about combining two households. A group of friends met in our home once a month. We wrote short stories and shared them with each other. This I enjoyed very much, and I would work enthusiastically and try to relive parts of my life and record them on paper.
When the bank job finished, the writing was on the wall: a lot of staff would not be needed. We had been running taxis of our own for a few years. It was another part-time job, but more hours were put into the taxis than my bank job. Running our taxis and managing other people’s taxis gave us a good living for a few more years.
Then, it was time to retire. We sold our taxi business and managed a few holiday beach houses in the small country town where we lived.
Now all work is in the past? Well, maybe not I will continue writing. I still have something to do.