I have always thought of this capture, as so symbolic.
You may move on now, if you’ve read this before!
1967, my Annus horribilis.
I returned to Sydney, after my most undignified brush with being teacher-in-charge, in a situation from which I was being extractedSydney-too-far-away-and-I-woke-in-fright/blog/252769/73526.html by the Department of Education, by being sent from one far-west side of the state, nine hours’ drive from home, to another school, nine hours’ drive, to the far north west corner of the state.
But, at least I was back home, in Sydney, where there was running water, straight out of the tap and electricity, for light and other conveniences and it was the holiday between the middle term and the last of the three term year.
I drove to the house of the girl, who had been my first date, in high school and with whom I’d had a kind-of boy-next-door relationship, ever since (for more than seven years).
Her mother opened the front door.
She’s gone. She’s eloped. She’s honeymooning in South Africa. was the news.
Not much reason to stay around there, then.
Back, at home, the news was that the girl, whom I’d known since just before we migrated together, along with our parents, had decided to have another look at the country of her birth, together with her best friend, who went for the same reason.
(That’s them, in the photo, heading into the sunset.)
Feeling like I’d been virtually tarred and feathered out of the one-teacher-school fiasco-situation.
And so, no longer being able to visit the girl with whom I’d been to the school dance, ( and later, the teachers college graduation ball, the teachers federation ball at the Trocadero, quite a bit of ten-pin bowling, birthday parties, etc., etc.,); losing this sort-of girlfriend, to a man who could whisk her off to Africa and having my virtual sister taking off to the Netherlands, while I was facing unknown experiences being transferred to the town that was most often mentioned when hot weather was forecast, those ten days or so, in 1967, felt to me like someone had turned my world upside down and thrown out all the good bits.
1997, in The Hague.
Chatting about the past.