
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
FRASER, Barry. _ As a child growing in amongst the hills and market gardens of Batesford through to the commission homes of Norlane. From leaving school at 14 taking up his first job as hardware assistant at Grellis Hardware Store earning 85 shillings a week. A subsequent highly successful position in retail at Myers to the weekend building (with Mary doing the painting) and selling of trailers from the garage of their rented home in Bloomsbury Street, Newtown. Business was in his blood. Somehow and not without imagination and drive, Baz developed and manufactured a toolbox. No-one could have visualized where this was to head. The establishment of a manufacturing plant in Breakwater and more impressively with Darren the transplanting of the business and plant to China and its ultimate position as a highly successful international manufacturing business. Somehow, in amongst this was the importance of family with Mary, Darren and Mardi. Heady times but then and to the present day he never lost track of his roots, most of all was a sense of humility perhaps borne out of those early days and times. In all, the story of a life well-lived (albeit still too short) cannot be given justice in this small space. Baz, to that next Sunday morning walk and coffee, my shout!Commiserations to Mary, Mardi and family_ Wally and Meryl Karnilowicz
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