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Judith Wallis's tale will make you chuckle all the way from here to Brisbane.
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Judith Wallis's tale will make you chuckle all the way from here to Brisbane.
...There was much muttering as the bus proceeded south to Petrie where we were again met by a phone toting rail employee and told to return to the train. At this news the muttering became malevolent, rose in volume and was interspersed by a variety of four letter words. No longer lamb-like the mob moved en masse, stamping out their displeasure as they trod up the stairs and down, myself being carried along with them...
Judith Wallis has fun and games when she goes travelling by train.
"For several weeks each year the company in the bus shelter had watched, enthralled by the courtship of scores of butterflies. Before their eyes the butterflies had hovered, do-si-doed and parley-voused...But the old road had been widened and the golden cassias cut down, the green grass replaced with concrete...'' Judy Wallis's story tells of a sad farewell to the dancing butterflies.
Judith Wallis is somewhat shocked when she goes shopping for lingerie for her granddaughter. Her experience in a department store leaves her thinking that the word feminine had been replaced by a shorter, more explicit word: sexy.
A young person dressed in khaki shorts and shirt and wearing heavy work boots passed us on the roadway. As he walked briskly ahead the wind caught his shoulder-length hair, blowing it about. My daughter watched in silence for a moment then, obviously puzzled, said "She was a funny windy man, wasn't it mummy?''
Judith Wallis writes of hair styles, then and now.
"Mrs Oddy, dressed only in her underwear, stood before my mother who was pasting strips of brown paper onto our neighbour's body from shoulders to thighs,'' says Judith Wallis, recalling an incident from her childhood. Now, as they say, read on...
Judith Wallis recalls one of her school teachers, Mr Lobb, a middle-aged man with a kindly round face who wore tweed jackets which smelled of sunlight and grass.
"...not fancying crunchy honey I dug a hole in the garden and buried the sticky stuff...'' Judith Wallis tells a couple of honeyed stories that will leave you smiling as happily as...well as happily as a bee in clover.
When a rainy day persuaded Judith Wallis to clean out the pot cupboard she never suspected that she was embarking on a "voyage'' of discovery.
"The pattering began again. Harder, faster. Rain was falling. Steady sold rain. A wonderful sound...'' says Judith Wallis, as rain finally came to Queensland at the end of Australia Day.
Judith Wallis writes about the construction of a most unusual "bird table''. Though a bird lover, Judith confesses that she would have praised the inventor of a remote control, something that could be pointed at partying parrots so that, with the touch of a finger, their obstreporous outpourings could be muted.
Judith Wallis pays tribute to Peter Taylor, who ran a writing class for Moncrieff University of the Third Age in Queensland. The quality of Judith's writing is vivid evidence of Peter's tutoring skills.
In December, says Judith Wallis, a simple four-letter word disappears from our vocabulary.
"Spectacular rivers of lightning continued to flood the sky and the thunder applauded the show.'' Judith Wallis brings comfort to a surprise visitor, a golden retriever, while a dramatic Queensland storm rages.
A bout of measles resulted in the most disappointing week of Judith Wallis's young life.
On this New Year's Eve, in the aftermath of the worst natural disaster in a century, Judith Wallis is in no mood to party. Because modern media has drawn countries closer together the tsunami victims are our neighbours, she says.
"I am hopeful the goodwill generated this New Year's Eve will encourage generosity towards our neighbours.''
Judith Wallis's nostalgic column is steeped in the sweet sadness that many folk feel at Christmastide. But Judith is not downbeat. She has a suggestion that could make this Christmas a whole lot better for you, and for everyone you meet this week.
Writing with a vividness that allows you to see, hear, smell, Judith Wallis describes the coming of rain on a Queensland evening - and the hunt for a poisonous toad.
Judith Wallis goes whale-watching off the Queensland coast - then views an extraordinary collection of human ears.
Where do babies come from? Sooner or later, every child asks this question. In this delightful column, Judith Wallis recalls the day she sought an answer from her parents.
Judith Wallis remembers the day when the man-about-the-house tried to cook a chicken in a 20-year-old convection-microwave oven.
Phyisical energy is funny stuff, says Judith Wallis. There one minute, and gone the next...
Judith Wallis says we lost something special when leather-soled shoes became unpopular. As a child she could identify people by the sound their shoe leather made as it contacted the pavement.
So what would you give to encourage a friend? All of your hair? Judith Wallis's inspirational true story will make you feel pleased to be a member of the human race.
"It is a sad fact that the lack of literacy skills often labels us uneducated and can greatly influence the amount of money we may earn in return for our labour,'' writes Judith Wallis.
At last Judith Wallis comes face to face with a cat whose plaintive cry of loneliness has been haunting her days and nights.
Judith Wallis's life is ruled by beeping machines and appliances. Is this a blessing - or should we be worried?
So who were the thieves who helped themselves to Judith Wallis's favourite tin of toffees?
Can't remember what you were doing five minutes ago? Judith Wallis is the same, but she has detailed memories of things that happened long ago, as she reveals in recounting this splendidly creepy childhood adventure.
Judith Wallis draws our attention to the wonder of ordinary people - to those who go unsung about their daily lives, holding the amazing web of humanity together.
Judith Wallis tells us about Tom Shaunessy, a natural born killer unable to control his violent instincts.
Ever lost words in your computer? Judith Wallis has even thought of posting a notice on her clip board: All Lost Stories Please Meet Here 9 am Friday.
In her latest column Judith Wallis speculates on the meaning of truth. Does she find an answer? Read on..;.
Here's a welcome to our new columnist, Judith Wallis, who lives on Australia's Gold Coast. In her first entry in Open Scrapbook she brings a reassuring message to all those who are bad spellers.