Eunice: Autobiography. Series

I was born in Ceduna in 1940 and raised on a farm on edge of Nullabor Plains in remote South Australia. My paternal and maternal grandparents pioneered much of the lands around us which is still owned and farmed by our families. I was a shy well behaved girl as all children were expected to be in those days... seen but not heard... until I went to boarding school and saw a different way of life; a life I longed for; a life full of fun and laughter. Slowly as I grew, through many trials an tribulations I unwittingly 'emerged'... whether it be for the good or the bad... you be the judge... but I don't care...I will happily leave this earth and RIP. These were the days of the general opinion that... women were put on this earth to support and pamper men! My parents, descendants from British ancestry, were strict Methodists, teetotalers, hard workers, affluent and influential. I was expected to be seen and not heard and follow the example of my parents, aunties and cousins, of whom I was the youngest by 10 years or more. They were Queen Victoria's protégé and doing her proud. I was groomed to marry a farmer... to the only child of a neighbouring farmer... to conveniently merge farmland properties. This book covers my first 20 years 1940 to 1960. There was no electricity, water or telephones in our remote area; indeed only the well off could afford such luxuries even in the cities. We managed very well without these services never feeling deprived. We felt fortunate to have a weekly mail delivery, incoming one day outgoing the next day. Country life in those days was tough rough and lonely but no-one complained... it was the way of life. Everyone just 'got on with it' accepting their 'lot in life'. I lived through World War 11; Live horse power, steam trains, nuclear weapons testing at Maralinga; Daisy Bates living nearby with the natives; neighbouring natives with no white fella rights; punishment an eye for an eye, murder was execution; Sunday a day of rest and devotions, no shops open, no sports social or competition played, we attended church. Computers, robots, mobile phones and IT devices absolutely unthinkable and unimaginable. We did have a very nice long drop dunny dad built, in the paddock a way from the house which we were proud of.. In this book I unreservedly spill my gutz of my feelings and thoughts. As I lived through my younger years I dared not voice an opinion as a child. As a teenager I didn't feel I had a voice. My survival was natural instinct and a heap of luck. It was as it was in those days. It was the accepted way of life. We new no different. I'm sure many older readers will associate themselves to Eunice.

My autobiography 'Emergence of Eunice' continues directly on from 'Eunice'. It is 1960, having moved alone to the city to escape the regimented farm life and strict upbringing, I am unwittingly discovering a whole different world. I am twenty years old, marriageable age, but who would want to marry plain ugly me? Girls didn't want to be "left on the shelf", they didn't want to become an 'old maid'. Girls married for security, guys married for sex. Men expected to marry a virgin. Marriage vows were standard, women promised to "love and obey till death do us part". These vows were lawful. Marriage was a lottery, if you lose you bear the consequences, obey and make the most of it or suffer a life of misery. Many changes took place during the 30 years of this book. Equality of sexes and equal rights, woman's liberation, homosexuality legalized, capital punishment abolished, and the biggest liberator for women - introduction of the pill. I trust you will enjoy this journey with me as I unwittingly and innocently, with no professional help available, emerge though these years being guided by my conscience, my capabilities, my desires, my determination, my commonsense and my survival instincts. I spilled my gutz without retribution in this book and was hesitant to publish while still alive, but figure now as an Octogenarian I should document life as it was during this era and be afforded a little liberty to truthfully document my personal years on this earth by revealing my unethical survival tactics. These years that changed the world certainly changed me, be it for the good or the bad: you be the judge. My Autobiography Set of Books Book 1. 'Eunice' 1940 to 1960. My first twenty years. Isolated, protected, suppressed. Book 2. 'Emergence of Eunice' 1960 to 1990. Title says it all...through the era of woman's liberation, equality of the sexes, the introduction of the pill and swinging sixties. Book 3. 'Eunice Emerged' 1990 to 2020. My second life in a whole new world of technology.

Eunice Emerged the final book of my autobiography covers 1990 to 2020 and continues directly on from Emergence of Eunice Book 2. As a confident successful business woman I need challenges. I need more than a wonderful carefree life with the man of my dreams; luckily my dream man supports me and my ambitions. Together we are an omni-potent force (my man's mother's words). Our journey takes many exciting and dramatic twists and turns as we float through the last decade of the 20th Century and into the 21st Century. We embrace the iTeck age, the introduction of the internet and a whole new mode of living in the 21st Century. Before we realise, seemingly like no time at all, we are aging... and agED. I have never given age any consideration. I didn't realise older folks had opinions and a voice. Well I sure as hell know now. That is why I have 'spilled my gutz' truthfully without reservation, so readers may understand aging folks a little better. We do have a life, a mind... and a will....of determination and... inheritance!!! I finish my autobiography as an Octogenarian. I gained my OBE in February this year 2020. I don't feel old, I simply can't do as much as I once could. I am still writing but not about me. For those who don't know OBE = Over Bluddy Eighty.