by Anne Skyvington | Jan 7, 2014 | Writing Memoir
LIFE IN A QUAINT VILLAGE: PATERSON A Watershed Year: 2014 My husband Mark Onslow and I went to bed one night with three grandchildren, and woke up the next day with seven grandkids! That’s exaggerating; it happened over a few months, starting with two new...
by Anne Skyvington | Sep 1, 2013 | Writing Memoir
I love my brother Donny to bits. He’s the funny one in our family. He sings and yodels “There’s a Track Leading Back” and plays the guitar like his heroes, Slim Dusty and Smoky Dawson. I follow Donny, both of us barefoot, around the farm. I’ve been following him all...
by Anne Skyvington | Aug 6, 2013 | Writing Memoir
Lately I’ve been reading reading reading … especially memoirs, as I come closer to sending one of mine off to a competition at Finch Publishing. I’ve also been attending Beth Yahp’s Memoir Evenings at the Randwick Literary Institute on the last...
by Anne Skyvington | Apr 20, 2013 | Writing Memoir
Our house was a simple tin roofed ‘shack’, as Mum called it, sitting on two acres of land divided into three paddocks. There was an outdoor wash-house and a lavatory down the back. Dad had rented the house after he married my mother on Australia Day, the 26th of...
by Anne Skyvington | Nov 21, 2012 | Writing Memoir
A Return in 2011 Armidale, a regional University town, is situated in the northern tableland area of New England, halfway between Sydney and Brisbane with a population of 25,000. In the sixties, when I was a student there, there would have been perhaps half this...
by Anne Skyvington | Sep 27, 2012 | Writing Memoir
Armidale Teachers’ College in the New England Tablelands, was an impressive building where we went for courses each day during the week. We trudged up the hill with a group of friends from Smith House, situated in Barney Street near the town centre, to the...
