Memories of the Bush

By Patricia Jones

Patty spent the first thirty three years of her life living with her family on remote outback station properties - Old Bando, Minetta, Old Outstation - in south west Queensland, Australia. When her brother, Kerry developed a brain tumor, they moved to live in Charleville - a small outback town. Patty has an understanding of the land, and a great love of reading. Look beyond the words to a life lived devoid of any luxuries, without ever a complaint, but full of simple joys, happiness and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mulga Mob Publishing
• Release date: Mar 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476443140

Patricia Jones

Patricia Jones was a native of Baltimore but lived inNew York City with her daughter. Throughout her writing life, her work appeared in Ms., Essence, Family Circle, Woman's Day, and the New York Times. The Color of Family is her third novel.

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Memories of the Bush

(Rosevale to Charleville)

Published by Patricia Jones at Smashwords

Copyright 2011 Patricia Jones

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My First Love

I loved him when I was

little more than a child.

He was tall, blonde and

six feet tall.

He had the curliest hair

I had ever seen on a blonde.

Rain For Christmas

I woke up on Christmas morning

And it was raining.

Colin, the collie, trailed mud into the house,

but we didn’t mind as it was Christmas Day.

Then we heard the sound of the Honda coming down the lane.

It was young Allan

going home to his parents for Christmas.

He brought a Christmas parcel for us.

a new record player.

Allan said he nearly died when he found

that he’d brought a record player out on the back of a motor bike

in the rain on Christmas Day.

We invited him in for a cordial

and to see if the record player worked.

It did.

Allan went on the next ten miles

to spend Christmas with his family.

This was the first Christmas

we were ever able to play records

for Christmas.

It was the only time

I ever remember

it actually raining

on Christmas Day.

Tea Pots

I remember when the old, white teapot sprung a leak.

The family wondered what we’d do

without our morning cup of tea.

So Grandad asked Mr. Kilpatrick

if he would get us a six mug teapot

from Charleville.

There was great excitement

when the new teapot arrived.

It was a light grey Kookaburra brand.

The Kookaburra teapot

was in use for forty years,

but one sad day it sprung a leak.

So we were given Nanna Cook’s old brown one,

which we still