tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post6410891433474527622..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Happy keys! A surprise contact.Denis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-49381463375372436522013-05-26T08:41:43.228+10:002013-05-26T08:41:43.228+10:00Oh how the little things of our childhood impacted...Oh how the little things of our childhood impacted on our imaginations! The manual projector you describe reminds me of how my family would thrill to the anticipation of Uncle Bill's impending visits. My maternal uncle was a traveller and would come at the end of his latest oh-so-exotic overseas trip, projector and slides in hand.<br /><br />Mum would make scones, boiled fruit cake and pikelets, the neighbours were invited, and we would compete to be the loudest calling out which country we wanted next. We'd watch enthralled, and listen to the stories and whinge loudly when my brother and sister and I were nodding off to sleep and told it was bed time. "Just one more country!" we would wail.<br />Austria was my favourite.<br />I would later marry my beloved, who's mother was Austrian, and walk up a mountain there (Mt Schneeberg)with him.<br />It was because of Uncle Bill and his slide projector that my lust for travel has been a life-long companion.Roshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13339472107640597921noreply@blogger.com