Hugh has a magical touch that brings joy to this Yank who’s suffering from too much Thanksgiving turkey (it’s Thanksgiving weekend here). Of course it’s not the wine!
Looking for more wit and wisdom fro Hugh on the way to Christmas.
Hi hugh..its Jock Millar....we need a cup of tea ..we have tooo much in commen not to..journalism...jack lunn..dave millar....helen..bluecare..olive and fred..repartee....oranges...cricket balls...mikekidson...wow
Hi Hugh...can almost top Tucker's cricket ball pitch into tram...my 19 year old grandson , Jock , back at Terrace a couple of years ago and a legendary baseball pitcher (he eventually played for Qld) was challenged by his mates one day in Terrace courtyard as to how far he could pitch an orange...he took it on and in typical stance...pitched. The orange sailed over the car park ...then over the wall ...and then over the busy main road to eventually land at the feet of a family about to play in the tennis court. Intrigued the family reported the wayward orange and when the Prof noted the distance orange had travelled..he let our Jock off with a warning....true story....his grandfather would have been proud....as was our son
Dear Maureen, didn't reply to your comment as it went to the bottom of the first story I ever wrote. "The Wayward Orange" struck a real chord with me because I well remember than huge retaining wall -- built by convicts I believe. We used to play handball against it with tennis balls -- after we'd rubbed the fur off on the concrete. From my classroom in Grade 12 I could see over the wall to that tennis court across the road where one arvo a week a group would have tremendous fun playing tennis. Locked in a room trying to learn, I daydreamed about one day being able to be free and able to play tennis: that's why I took itup when I was 33 and have played a lot since. When I played cricket I found it difficult to throw the ball all the way back ont he full from theboundary. So for Jock to clear that wall and the road onto the tennis court ... well he must have had a tremendous "arm" as we used to call it. If someone had done that in my day they would have got "six of the best". No doubt it frightened the family -- because where could it have come from?
I wish I'd known abut when I wrote I wrote my story.
Please congratulate Jock for me.
Where did he get these unique skill from -- not David I'm sure!
What was Jock's surname?
Hugh
PS: I know how that family felt. One night three years ago Helen and I were walsking along a street in Taringa at dusk when I was nearly killed by a huge hard green mango whichlanded from above two feet from me. Yet there was no mango tree around -- and no one who could have thrown it. Did Jock throw mangos too?
Good one Frank -- maybe you're right! I never thought of that.
Hughie
Thanks for your many lovely comments --I’m embarrassed to be so highly praised.
I also got one from jock – which is amazing. He points out all our connections – so you must bring him with you when you come for that elusive cuppa.
You ask how it all works.
When you write a comment at the bottom of a story it goes up on the site so all my subscribers see what someone thinks of a story.
I also receive a copy so that I know it’s somewhere in there.
If you only want me to see the comment, just send an email.
If you want your comment to go with the story, then please type it in a comment box under the story.
Otherwise I’m the only one who sees what you think.
My wife Helen makes a great cup of tea (tho I don’t drink caffeine anymore for health reasons).
We live at 6 Ellerslie Crescent Taringa and maybe you and Jock can pop around to our verandah one afternoon?
Let’s agree on a day that suits all at, ay 3 pmish?
Hugh
Hugh has a magical touch that brings joy to this Yank who’s suffering from too much Thanksgiving turkey (it’s Thanksgiving weekend here). Of course it’s not the wine!
Looking for more wit and wisdom fro Hugh on the way to Christmas.
Oh my God..another story..the mango throwers
Say the word...and a mango it will be
Sorry Hugh not sure how this all works..hope you get my replies
Wow what more can i say...you are a man of words
Jock Millar
Hi hugh..its Jock Millar....we need a cup of tea ..we have tooo much in commen not to..journalism...jack lunn..dave millar....helen..bluecare..olive and fred..repartee....oranges...cricket balls...mikekidson...wow
Hi Hugh...can almost top Tucker's cricket ball pitch into tram...my 19 year old grandson , Jock , back at Terrace a couple of years ago and a legendary baseball pitcher (he eventually played for Qld) was challenged by his mates one day in Terrace courtyard as to how far he could pitch an orange...he took it on and in typical stance...pitched. The orange sailed over the car park ...then over the wall ...and then over the busy main road to eventually land at the feet of a family about to play in the tennis court. Intrigued the family reported the wayward orange and when the Prof noted the distance orange had travelled..he let our Jock off with a warning....true story....his grandfather would have been proud....as was our son
Dear Maureen, didn't reply to your comment as it went to the bottom of the first story I ever wrote. "The Wayward Orange" struck a real chord with me because I well remember than huge retaining wall -- built by convicts I believe. We used to play handball against it with tennis balls -- after we'd rubbed the fur off on the concrete. From my classroom in Grade 12 I could see over the wall to that tennis court across the road where one arvo a week a group would have tremendous fun playing tennis. Locked in a room trying to learn, I daydreamed about one day being able to be free and able to play tennis: that's why I took itup when I was 33 and have played a lot since. When I played cricket I found it difficult to throw the ball all the way back ont he full from theboundary. So for Jock to clear that wall and the road onto the tennis court ... well he must have had a tremendous "arm" as we used to call it. If someone had done that in my day they would have got "six of the best". No doubt it frightened the family -- because where could it have come from?
I wish I'd known abut when I wrote I wrote my story.
Please congratulate Jock for me.
Where did he get these unique skill from -- not David I'm sure!
What was Jock's surname?
Hugh
PS: I know how that family felt. One night three years ago Helen and I were walsking along a street in Taringa at dusk when I was nearly killed by a huge hard green mango whichlanded from above two feet from me. Yet there was no mango tree around -- and no one who could have thrown it. Did Jock throw mangos too?
Jock Millar...only mangos in season
Birds of a feather flock together..xxxx
As Maggie Smith woul say we need a decent cup of tea
Jock Millar
You are our Dylan Thomas...our perfector of short stories..our dostoevsky...only really to be recognised in 100 years time
I am not aware that Jock has ever thrown a mango. But I think he would be up to the challenge
Oh Hugh it means such a lot to have a man of words like you to want to know more of David's grandson. Yes Davidalways had
A good eye for a ball. Anyway time we had a cup of tie. I may have met my match
I am so blessed to know you. To go through life and not evet meet a match for words
In that I mean mutual
Just replying to myself🤪but suggested heading would be The Wayward Orange🤣
Maybe you're right Frank, I hadn't thought of that!
Hugh