John Findley

With one thing and another I lived with my grandparents through my school years. My Dad remarried and I lost touch with him until my sister wished to marry, needing his permission tracked him down. We met his new family and I found more brothers and sisters.
On leaving school I worked for a government bank, well over thirty years I was a banker a good one. I liked my job and I advanced through the ranks from clerk to manager. But the money/pay packet was never enough for me to live on; so many part-time jobs were undertaken in the early mornings or at night.
I met and married a sweet young lady; we acquired a family of three children. We enjoyed a few great caravan holidays, one was for six months and we travelled all around Australia. That wife found that a better life awaited her and left our three children with me and started a new life with her new love. My children and I continued caravan holidays, and I learned to iron shirts, prepare meals, etc. and do most of the jobs the ex-wife had done.
A new lady then came into my life bringing three children of her own, I fell hopelessly in love we married and set about combining two households. A group of friends met in our home once a month, we wrote short stories and shared them with each other. This I enjoyed very much and would work enthusiastically and try to relive parts of my life and record it on paper.
The bank job finished, the writing was on the wall a lot of staff would not be needed. We had been running taxis of our own for a few years, another part-time job but more hours were put into the taxis than my bank job. Running our taxis and managing other people’s taxis gave us a good living for a few more years.
Then time to retire, taxi business sold and we managed a few holiday beach houses in the small country town we lived.
Now all work is in the past? Well maybe not I will continue writing. I still have something to do.