Pennington House
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Born and raised in rural Western Australia Mortimer(Bill) Dunbar lacked basic skills in dealing with some of lifes problems. This book takes the reader through the intricacies of these problems until his demise, and the legacies of the consequences.
Talbot Templeton
TALBOT TEMPLETON only took up writing after he retired from a very active working life, travelling numerous times on business around the globe. Since then he has written “Hot Sands, Cold Water”, a spy thriller, ”Alfonso, Figlio Mio “a case of a mix up of babies at a Maternity Hospital, and “Stories of Times Past” the reflections of an orphan, now an octogenarian helping a young school girl complete her term project. In his latest work ”Pennington House” he bids us to pause and reflect on that old age mystery of just where we are heading to when our allotted time is over. Always a deep thinker, he urges us to rise above the mundane in a rapidly changing world and focus on the eff ect we may have had on society and what will be the consequences of the space that will be left when we are gone.
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Pennington House - Talbot Templeton
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ISBN: 978-1-4525-2742-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4525-2743-7 (e)
Balboa Press rev. date: 01/16/2015
CONTENTS
Prologue…
Chapter 1 Early Years
Chapter 2 A New Start
Chapter 3 Here We Go Again
Chapter 4 Third Time Lucky
Chapter 5 The Aftermath
Chapter 6 Pennington House
Chapter 7 Tea Leaves
Epilogue
PROLOGUE…
TODAY IS SUNDAY. IT is about seven o’clock in the morning. The sun would have just broken out over the Darling Range, east of Perth. Golden fingers of light are threading their way between the curtains of my room, forming dancing figures on the wall opposite. A few birds are starting to sing, but generally all around my house there is deathly quiet. I have had a restless night, with little sleep after three am. So I got up earlier than usual, came into my slightly cold study and booted up my computer. I have absolutely no idea why I am typing this, I have absolutely no idea who may even read it after it is finished, but I strongly feel that I am being pushed along by some extra-terrestrial force, compelling me to start writing about some of the events in my life, particularly of late, which have come as a bit of a shock to me, putting it mildly. I have never written an essay, short story or even many letters to anyone, but I will try to describe these events as clearly as I am able.
Firstly my name is Mortimer Dunbar. I am sixty years old. At the moment I am living by myself in a small old type house in Star St, Carlisle, Perth Western Australia. Since I left school at fourteen, I have worked on mines long before the use of the term FIFO was invented. After my father died, I used to catch the train up to Kalgoorlie, then hitch a ride with my mates who were also working underground. It was a long trip and very tiring in hot weather, but the pay at the end of the month made it worthwhile. Recently the company has paid for us to fly in and out, one month on and two weeks off. I enjoyed the lifestyle and never noticed the lack of female company, until one day in 1980, when I was sitting quietly in a café in William St Perth, reading the morning newspaper and enjoying a bonza cup of hot black coffee, I met Lucy. She became the first of three women who I have loved, ‘’not wisely, but too well’’ (Othello. Act 5 scene 2)
Last Thursday I had an appointment with an Ophthalmologist working on the fifth floor, of a building in Adelaide Tce. Perth. One of my local GP’s arranged the visit, because I didn’t think my sight was as good as it had been. The Doctor was recommended as The best in the business.
Precisely at nine thirty I was called from the dark room into his office. He stood in the doorway, said good morning
as he strongly shook my hand, and looked deeply into my eyes. He was of average height, slightly shorter than I am, at five foot eight, about fifty five years of age, thinning on top, and greying slightly at the temples. He had a commanding presence and a clear sharp voice. You’re limping
he said I really hadn’t noticed
I replied, Sit here
he urged, Now let me feel your knee, my goodness it is swollen, does it hurt?
Funny you ask that, doctor’’ I said; ’’It’s been like that for some time, probably a few months, but yes, I have never had even the slightest pain’’
Charcot’s I reckon’’ he demurred ‘’Now let’s look at your pupils’’ he said, pulling his pen torch from his pocket, ‘’Oh yes, definitely Argyll Robinson, now for your fundus’’
That’s when he looked at the back of my eyes and my known world changed for ever. ‘’ You’ve got a salt and pepper fundus, sir’’ he said quietly. ‘’This means that you have had an infection by a spirochete bug called Treponema pallidum for some time, in fact, I think that you’re in the tertiary stage, and I don’t think you have too much longer to go, sorry about that’’ ‘’Is it that serious, Doc?’’ I queried. ‘’TP been around since Columbus returned from the old world’’ came the reply, ‘’and yes, it is serious stuff’’ he replied, looking over his glasses at me. Was this some sort of augury, I thought.
He referred me to a colleague in West Perth for some shots of penicillin G. Being told that I don’t have much longer to go, struck me straight between the eyes, and I haven’t been able to focus on anything else since. It has been such a shock that I have had only fitful sleep ever since. That’s why I was awake so early this morning that is the reason why I feel compelled to write something down about my life. I have had a really useless life, so I dearly want to leave something behind that others may find interesting, to make amends, I suppose, and I don’t want them to become an arcana.
Looking through this morning’s newspaper I came across a small advertisement, describing an old folks retreat called Pennington House and I intend to look into it.
CHAPTER 1
Early Years
I WAS BORN IN 1950 in a small hamlet called Ravensthorpe, in the south east of Western Australia. I was the second child to Norman and Rose Dunbar. I was christened Mortimer after a family friend who had his left arm blown off in France during WW1.and who took up dairy farming in Denmark WA until he died. I had an elder brother, Ross, who I didn’t really like. He was taller and stronger than I was, so he beat me at every sport, this included boxing, tennis, and football, until I had a really bad inferiority complex. He left home when he had finished Primary School and went off to Albany to start Secondary School, living with his Aunt Dolly, my father’s sister. I never saw him again, since he did well and later moved to Perth to attend University. He was killed in an air crash whilst training to become a pilot. I think that he was only seventeen or so years old.
I went through a few years of depression. Each day was for me a struggle to get to school, which was a single room, catering for six years of Primary School. There was only one teacher, a Miss Bessie Higgins, who every day rode her pony about ten miles to the school, tying the pony up under a largish