TK-Team @ Home: Glenelg

So, while tourists snap their memories of Glenelg frozen in time, for me images of my childhood and grown-up years remain fluid, layers in my head and marinated with the changes and experiences over the decades. Glenelg has changed; the land/seascape of my memories unrecognisable as the shops, the trams, the jetty and the coastline shift and develop. Although some places have changed, some have stayed the same.

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Mirror World (15)

Liam and Max both curled up on their own armchairs, eyes on their gaming devices and thumbs doing their exercise for the day.
‘Oh, yeah, that’s right. They were at each other’s throats. I reckon they’d have murdered each other if you hadn’t of come.’
‘I’ll take them to the park, looks like they need to burn off some energy,’ I said. More like exercise the rest of their little bodies…
‘Good luck,’ Maggie muttered and then gulped down her amber medicine on the rocks. She riveted her eyes to the catchy advertisement touting the news: Cockroach-Murdering Aliens on Death Row and then a low voice reminding the viewer, ‘Sponsored by Hunter Driver’. Gets around this Hunter Driver.

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T-Team 1981–Flinders Ranges

C1 and C2 picked out miscellaneous items they’d forgotten to pack. C1 placed his purchases on the weathered bench and reached for his back pocket. He patted it, and his eyes widened. He jammed his fingers into his pocket, patted his side pockets, and pushed his hands into them and pulled out the lining. He glanced around his feet. ‘Oh, oh! I think I left my wallet behind in the creek,’ he said.

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Mirror World (14)

My bag hummed and vibrated. I leapt forward and rifled through my sack of never-ending things and yanked out the phone. Just in time, I pressed the answer button. ‘Hello?’
‘Holly, can you come and help today? I’m feeling a bit off and the kids are climbing the walls.’ Had to be Maggie.

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Mirror World (13)

Jemima lay sprawled on the sand. She reached up to Walter and cried, ‘Help me.’
Walter pulled her to standing and leaning on his arm, she staggered along the path behind us.
The giant slide emerged, a long silver ribbon glinting in the first rays of a new day.
‘Let’s slide,’ Jorg-Gunter grabbed my hand and we raced up the dune to the crest and starting point.

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Mirror World (12)

Monica hovered a couple of steps above us, guarding her precious son and plopping in and out of the conversation—mostly Kirk who rambled on about himself.
Don’t know what became of Jemima. I thought she said Dan was “the one”. But after a few glasses of the good stuff, from this region, she vanished. Last time I saw her, she and the bass-man Walter—was he the Mirror-Wally that Minna mentioned from her unwilling mission?—cuddled up on the love-seat couch in the room of mirrors.

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Story Behind the Painting: Bunyip Chasm

We bumped and rolled in Dad’s four-wheel drive Daihatsu down the track into the Gammon Ranges. We camped near Grindell’s Hut, backpackers’ accommodation. A murder-mystery from the early Twentieth Century involving the hut’s owner, spiced our discussion around the campfire that night. Then we set up a tent, for boyfriend, on the ground above the bank of the creek. I placed my bedding also above the creek under the stars. Dad opted for his “trillion-star” site underneath a river gum. No tent for him, either.

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