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This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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BCoF smaller prompt is about Australian literature: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_literature Scroll through the different sections and discuss things you know about authors and the topic they wrote about. I didn’t arrive in this ‘sunburnt country, a land of flooding rains…’ until I was twenty eight years old. I brought with me an ingrained Britishness and barely had time in those early years to appreciate my new home. It was so different from ‘home.’ I’d been raised on English literature and authors. Truth be told, I felt as if I’d been taken back in time, as if I’d stepped on a plane at Heathrow and dropped in a backwater. I’d even left colour television and reverted to black and white. And once or twice we experienced racial discrimination. Poms we were called as were our children. Often said in jest but with an undercurrent of ill will and doubt as to why we had come and even told ‘maybe it would be good if you went back to where you came from.’ So I clung on to my Britishness, our superior novelists, our great classical authors, for many years. My children were brought up on Enid Blighton, Noddy and Big Ears and all the Tales of Peter Rabbit. So it wasn’t until my children learned poems by Banjo Patterson and others at school, I even gave them merit. I’ve not ever been a great reader of Australian authors until very recently. I loved Cloudstreet by Tim Winton and Breath by the same author. Tim lives very close to where we live and is an anvid environmentalist. My son, who was born here, said to me yesterday how thankful he was that his Dad and I uprooted ourselves from our family and everything familiar which allowed him and his sisters to grow up and raise their families here. Good to know😂 So I read mostly Australian contemporary authors now. Stories of Australia as it is today. I love nothing more than listening to Bush poetry written by those masters of the craft like Banjo Patterson, who tell of life as it was when this country was being pioneered by people of every race and creed. Of course the Australian Aboriginal people are the oldest continuous race in the world. Hopefully their Dreamtime stories will live on forever. ‘ |
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