Stafford Ray

Showing posts with label Dooralong Chronicles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dooralong Chronicles. Show all posts
Friday, 5 November 2010

A Dooralong Gem. Vale Dot Wightman.

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Three Boys Jack Wightman died about fifteen years ago and the dairy died too. Not that Jack being there was pivotal. On the contrary, in a ...
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Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Dying to say no.

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This true story has no funny twist or punch line. It is a tragedy, the telling of whch was prompted by Gabrielle Brydon's posts on ment...
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Wednesday, 5 May 2010

A Dog's Breakfast.

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Cattlemen become hardened to cruelty as they push terrified beast onto trucks, through crushes and finally into the abattoir. Most people si...
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Friday, 23 April 2010

Hoodoo in Dooralong.

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Homonym. “You do Voodoo!” “Who do?” “That too!” Or, 10,000 Men Praying. With so much publicity being attracted to predatory behaviors of som...
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Thursday, 22 April 2010

Stomping and other sports.

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While Lyle Gilmore was the principal of Dooralong School, at age about forty, he continued to play rugby. Monday morning he often turned up ...
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Stafford Ray
Batemans Bayf, New South Wales, Australia
Ex almost everything, now writer, (fiction, poetry, essays).
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