It has been 30 years since I lived in Australia with my family. We loved living there, and the memories we have are still active and alive for us.
We were met in San Diego by my cousin, Mike Woods, (since deceased). Mike and I were very close, even though we were distant cousins, and he was serving in the Navy there. We were also joined by friends Jean Morley and children. The Morley family were good friends from Phoenix whose husband and father. Dick Morley, was also employed by the same company. The boys were Tom and Troy. My children (now, of course, adults, ) were Jo, Kirk and Tarie.
We were traveling with five children, and it was challenging, but fun. We had a day’s stopover in Honolulu and we used the time for sightseeing and the children were well behaved and we enjoyed the time there. We were, however, greatly relieved when we reached Canberra, and we were anxious to get settled there.
Bob, of course, already had many friends. He had hired the chef away from the hotel where he had been staying. The chef was Axel Nielsen, and he and his wife Jo, became very good friends, and I miss them to this day. I am friends with their son Mark, on Facebook and I really enjoy communicating with him and reminicing.
THE FIRST WEEK (The Dinner Prarty and the big goof)
I was settled in a few days, so I hosted a dinner party for some Australian friends and the Nielsens, who were from England. Sometime during the meal, we began talking about the rodeo which was going to take place soon in Canberra.
At the time, I was a big rodeo fan, but was beginning to have sympathy for the mistreated animals. I made the statement, “I plan to go to the rodeo and ROOT for the cowboys.” Well, I got some very strange looks and it was explained to me that “root” in Australia is the worse word you can say, and it is like the “f” word here. I was quite horrified, and it was my first introduction to Australianese.