- You can access your files from any computer with an internet connection
- You can allow others to view some or all of your files
- Someone else backs those drives up on a regular basis
- Generally you can get up to two gigabyte free
- In the event of a disaster at your home your precious files are protected
(Disclosure Statement: I am an Unlock the Past speaker and have had a book published by Unlock the Past, the publishers of the above book. Two of my articles are also published in this book. No payment was received for the writing of these articles. This association has not influenced my opinion on the quality of this publication)
As a child we never went to restaurants as such, partially this was because money was fairly tight and also three young children in the restaurants of yesterday weren’t a great idea.(We did do a formal dinner once a month at home with the five courses so we learnt what the various forks were for etc. Dad considered this an important part of growing up). We also did a meal once a week using chopsticks, this was not always a Chinese meal so could get quite interesting but you definitely learnt to use chopsticks!
When my grandmother took us out, we did occasionally as a special treat (usually we took sandwiches) go to the Coles restaurant in town (Brisbane). It was a cafeteria and Grandma would sit us at the table, take one of us as a special reward to help with the tray and then would go and get the meals, fish and chips, a ham pastie (only place I have ever seen these and they were scrumptious!) with salad and usually jelly for desert. This stopped when Grandma died in 1976.
In 1978 we moved to Melbourne where we had bought a business (Lord & Kingston, an umbrella shop) and this is where we started going to restaurants, mainly those in Chinatown, the Supper Inn particularly.
Since that time eating out has become more usual although even today I don’t eat out that often, more for celebratory occasions. So some of the childhood excitement lives on.
Hmm as the short person who wore glasses I was never much of a sportsperson. I much preferred being left alone to read! I am also one of those odd ones who don’t watch football (in fact I subscribe to the belief that you should give each member a ball then there would be no fights!)
I do remember one occasion where in sheer desperation the softball team roped me in to make up the numbers. I was given a bit of a lecture of how they didn’t really expect much of me but without me they couldn’t play. I was given strict instructions as to what to do. They had me up with two out. I am not sure who was more surprised, them or me, when I actually managed to hit the ball AND managed to get to third base. Then the next batter up hit the ball and ran to first while I ran to the home plate, losing my glasses along the way. Unfortunately the other batter was run out just before I got home. Then the fielder managed to stand on my glasses and that was the end of that!
Back to my books for me.
I attended the Brisbane Unlock the Past seminar last Tuesday (for great write-up see Shauna Hicks http://bit.ly/gXdKQY)
I had a great time and what made it even more special was meeting up again with Karen Hughes. Karen along with Greg Carlill, Ailsa Corlett, Peter Dunn, myself Tom and Susan Perrett and Alwyn Smith from SoftTech were all original members of the Brisbane Dead Person’s Society. This is back in the days before the Internet (Yes Virginia there were people on computers around before the Internet!). they were great days.
It did however make me feel old when Karen said her baby which we met at the last gathering of the DPS is now a strapping, tall young man of fifteen!
Spring in Brisbane Australia is one of mu favourite times of year. While it is welcomed by everybody after the cooler weather we call winter (which my Great -Aunts from England called “a very pleasant summer” and wandered the beach in thin cotton dresses while we had layer upon layer of clothing and were shivering!).
While not here the sudden emergence of flowers from the snow (strange white stuff seen in places with a real winter!) spring was still a time I waited for the flowers and also for the lovely days in short sleeves while the nights still had a bit of chill to the air so you could snuggle under the blankets. The sun gets up earlier and the day light hours increase , getting up in daylight and taking the dog for a walk and smelling the perfume of the gardens.
Spring a perfect time of year!