ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The author Leanne Jackson has been involved in the
world of natural therapies for many years and has been part of the awakening of
many issues. She has written three other books pertaining to this genre.
In this book she has used her own experiences from
childhood onwards to draw on and expand this into a story of fiction which
loosely echoes her own life and those of her fictional family.
She feels that many people have also had experiences
and adventures both pleasant and unpleasant and that written down, they too
could form a story of interest for other people to enjoy and maybe even relate
She has written this book with that format in mind,
that it can be an enjoyable read and perhaps offer an insight to the many facets
of families in todayísí world.
Writing has now become both a focus and a pastime and
most importantly, an enjoyment, which she hopes she has passed on to her
She asked me why I had two pictures of the Great
Pyramid of Giza sitting at either end of the mantelpiece in the main room. She
asked me a lot of questions that day and I was happy to answer her queries
because I was also happy about the fact that she was even in my presence after
the absence of so many years. She had only been nine years old when I had waved
goodbye to her and here she was, now a young adult of twenty years, and wanting
some information regarding our family background. She left after a few hours and
she has asked me to write down a few of the events we had spoken about for when
we are to meet at our next arranged get together.
She liked the explanation of the two Gizas. I told
her that I had been just her age, twenty, when I had stood in front of the
beautiful majestic pyramid for the first time, and almost exactly 50 years later
I had stood in front of it again. I had then realised that the major part of my
life had been experienced in that time span and what an interesting one it had
been, so the two photos set apart were to remind me of that.
There was an earlier part to my life than that, but a
lot of it had not been very enjoyable and so I rationalised that my real life
began at the pyramid aged twenty. In later life I was to realise how much the
earlier part had influenced my whole life in both a positive and a negative way,
and so I thought it should also be part of the story I wanted her to know.
I would have been about four or five years old when
we began our road trip down to Melbourne from Wollongong. I even have a vague
memory of people waving us goodbye early in the morning and of magpies above
screeching out. There were four of us, my mother, my father driving, and my
younger sister and I squashed in between them on the front seat either side of
the gear stick of a Rugby. I will need to explain to her that a Rugby is the
brand of an old car in those days, and that they only had front seats in them.
They also had a dickie seat at the back but that was outside of the car and we
only got to use that when we were older. Now it contained our luggage and our
possessions along with the running board piled high for the 900-kilometre
journey to Melbourne.
Thankfully I donít remember any of that adventurous
journey which must have been quite harrowing compared to a similar trip these
As I grew older the story around this trip was filled