Re: G'Day Everyone
Thank you ladies
Still at least by retrieving the Bible it brought back lots of happy memories of Granny.
She used to get us to wheel her out onto the veranda of the homestead so she could yell at the aboriginal stockman that worked on the cattle station.
Granny would call them “lazy heathen darkies” and tell them their skins were dark cause they were descended from some bloke in the Bible that angered god, can’t recall the name, Sham maybe?
All the aboriginals respected Granny though. I remember the time three aboriginal elders came down from up north and held a special ceremony for her. They had kangaroo fur stuck to them, slippers made of cockatoo feathers and masks made from emu feathers. They looked pretty funny. Anyway they did a dance and one pointed a sharpened kangaroo bone at Granny.
Now while I’m sure it was a sign of the great regard the black fellas had for Granny she didn't take to heathen rituals and she starting shouting for my dad to bring his gun and clear them off. Dad fired a few shots over their heads and they took off flat out, faster than a lizard drinking back into the scrub.
We laughed about that one I can tell you.
Thank you ladies
Still at least by retrieving the Bible it brought back lots of happy memories of Granny.
She used to get us to wheel her out onto the veranda of the homestead so she could yell at the aboriginal stockman that worked on the cattle station.
Granny would call them “lazy heathen darkies” and tell them their skins were dark cause they were descended from some bloke in the Bible that angered god, can’t recall the name, Sham maybe?
All the aboriginals respected Granny though. I remember the time three aboriginal elders came down from up north and held a special ceremony for her. They had kangaroo fur stuck to them, slippers made of cockatoo feathers and masks made from emu feathers. They looked pretty funny. Anyway they did a dance and one pointed a sharpened kangaroo bone at Granny.
Now while I’m sure it was a sign of the great regard the black fellas had for Granny she didn't take to heathen rituals and she starting shouting for my dad to bring his gun and clear them off. Dad fired a few shots over their heads and they took off flat out, faster than a lizard drinking back into the scrub.
We laughed about that one I can tell you.

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