The Day of the Jackhole

The Day of the Jackhole

Celebrating 40 years on this earth

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1971. Commence jackholery.

November 5, 2011

I am born. There is no memory of this in my brain. Here is a photograph. Scrawny and whiney. A shock of hair and scrunched up face. My brother is (more…)

1972. Mostly pointless.

November 4, 2011

I exist. I’m pointless, as many babies are. About the only good thing you can do with me is prop me up and take a photo. My hair is dumb. Barely there. It’s astro-boy curled. My face is fat and docile. I look exactly like my Kewpie doll. This Kewpie doll. Look at it. For many years, I will play with this doll by pushing my fist into the soft side of its inviting head (more…)

1973. Floaties for the soul.

November 3, 2011

I have a sense of my arms around Dad’s shoulders. We’re in the Ilfracombe pool instead of the round, above-ground, do-it-yourself pool at home (above) where I spend  a lot of toddler walking time. The Ilfracombe pool is bore-fed and (more…)

1974. I hate dolls. (Not really, shhhh!)

November 2, 2011

Christmas, 1974. I’m a total tomboy. Disappointing for my mother, I’m sure, but she does her best with the dresses and frilly socks. But my truth is Matchbox Cars. Cops and robbers. Riding a 44-gallon drum and pretending it’s a horse. I live in isolation on a farm and I have a brother who lives for playing a game called ‘fights’ (more…)

1975. Highly flammable.

November 1, 2011

It’s night time. I’m sitting in Dad’s ute or truck with my hands on the dash and looking at the scene. The Ilfracombe pub is burning down. (more…)

1976. Moonie is an astronaut.

October 31, 2011

We are moving. We are getting in the mini and moving. To NSW. We are bundled in to vehicles and trek our way south. It is a journey of 1,000 miles. We stop at a hotel. More than one, I guess. Moonie the cat is with us. I love Moonie. The cat tail in the picture above? That’s Moonie. We stop (more…)

1977. Dy-no-mite snowman!

October 30, 2011

I am living in the shearers quarters with my family on my grandparents farm. Outside my window is a Apple Box tree that has a large knot in it. It looks like a monster, and at night I lie in my bed with my rippled bedspread pulled up to my chin and think about that monster and how it wants to come in and eat me. Out of the blue, it snows. It’s unusual and a first time for me. Snow. I am excited, though none (more…)

1978. Toothless. This is how I roll.

October 29, 2011

I am powerless. And missing a front tooth. It’s the day of school photos and for some reason, my Nan is doing my hair and my Mum is not there. Where is she? I am wriggling and squirming and generally being a grumpy jackhole because my Nan is trying to put hot rollers in my hair. And I don’t want them. (more…)

1979. Nettle thieves.

October 28, 2011

We’re visiting our neighbor, Jimmy Tanner. He lives up the road. We have pulled up to his shearing shed so my Dad can go talk to him about something. Sheep related, probably. In the sheep yards, we have to scale a fence (more…)