Hooray For Mother’s Day

My mother deserted me when I was two-years-old and my sister four-years-old. Our father dumped us in an Anglican children’s home to be cared for. We never set eyes on either of them again. The home was full of hatred, bloodshed, physical, sexual and psychological abuse. I survived in that hell-home for 14 years, my sister for eight before she was adopted by a family of misfits and drunks. Although my sister still suffers deeply (and at times I do), I have had a wonderful, fulfilled and exciting life. Anyway, to all the beautiful and loving mothers, especially my dear sister and my dear darling daughter, Elouise, enjoy your day and keep on loving and hoping for a better life for every child in the world. Hooray, here is a flower for the mothers everywhere. (Gold Coast Australia).

Beer Bellies Of the 80s

I’m going way back to the 80s when the Beer Belly Competition caused an uproar, but also pulled in huge crowds to witness the spectacle. It was held for a few years at Paradise Point on the Gold Coast. This picture was published in the Brisbane Daily Sun newspaper and various others across Australia and overseas. The jolly fellow on the right won hands down. His nickname was, Tiny. Hooray. Queensland, Australia.