About the author
Marguret Lyle Price was born in West Geelong, Victoria, in
1925. Now, at the age of ninety, the news and documentaries on television gave
her ideas for different short stories which resulted in this book Is Someone
She started writing poetry and short stories from the age
of seven, was married twice and has six children, plus, by now, an extended
family. She worked in Canberra, ACT for 25 years acquiring on the way three
degrees: Bachelor of Arts and Post Graduate Degrees in Librarianship and
Her published work is varied including Professional
Manuals, Journal Articles and Poetry for the National Library for Poetry in
America. While Librarian-in-Charge of the Film and Photographic Library of the
Australian War Memorial, she worked with many War Publications and their
authors. She finished her career as Librarian-in-Charge of the Hospital and
Medical Libraries in Canberra.
Retiring from work she spent time caravanning around
Australia. She settled in Hervey Bay for 14 years where she busied herself in
her varied interests. She was President of the Hervey Bay Bowling Club,
Secretary of the Hervey Bay Arts Society, and spent time writing and painting.
As an accomplished artist she specialised in Australian Bush scenes and she
found a lot of interest in putting together little books of short stories and
After the death of her husband in 2015 Marguret moved to
the Gold Coast to be nearer her family. She now lives quietly, just a bit of
reading, writing and playing solitaire on the computer.
READ A SAMPLE:
Stephenson was a very worried woman. She was also curious about the strange
dreams she had been having every night. Of course she knew it might have
something to do with watching too much television, especially the news, with all
the silly, no not silly, nasty things happening in the world. She was also a
very kind lady and loved to help in every way she could, with people,
situations, animals and children.
she thought and thought! Why were the dreams so mixed up with nasty things on
television and why was it mixed up with silly imagination, Saint Peter, Pearly
Gates, Satan and Angels? It just didn’t make sense! What could she do? She
needed to do something to have a good night’s sleep.
in her bed, her eyes just would not close, and thought about the different
dreams; after all, they were a bit interesting.
idea! I’ll try to write them down. Maybe someone would like to know about them.
Or perhaps, think I am getting old and queer! She turned over and actually
dropped off to sleep – and had yet another dream
thoughts and daydreams of Heaven is of a place where we can do those things we
loved best on Earth. A good example of this is Lawn Bowls. It was always
pleasing to dress up and go to bowls. So what could be better to find in Heaven
– a bowls lawn, a nice club house and bowlers with one thought, ‘let’s have a
good game’!! And all this, is what you find on Cloud Twenty-Nine.
morning as they sat around discussing their next big game, Saint Peter made an
he announced, ‘I have a surprise for you. It is not one I am in favour of but I
was placed in a position where I had to agree.’
time the ladies were all ‘interested’. What could possibly have happened to
Peter continued, ‘This morning I had a visit from Satan and he wants to bring
his bowling ladies up here this afternoon for a competitive game. He says his
bowling ladies are giving him an uncomfortable time because he won’t arrange any
activities for them, especially competitive ones. Apparently they are very
determined ladies, prepared to win anything and everything!’
Heavenly bowlers looked at each other. ‘We don’t mind – we can only do our
best,’ and actually, here the speaker blushed a little, ‘We do have some very
good bowlers among us.’
Peter smiled, ‘Ladies, just be your usual kind selves.’
ladies busied themselves, tidying up the club house and arranging a very nice
At 2 pm
they gathered at the entrance ready to welcome their visitors. ‘It’ and ‘They’
arrived with a burst of fire and a bang. A big, noisy bus full of loud voices;
some not complimentary. ‘What an ordinary club house, no style,’ and ‘looks
boring’ were two comments heard.
disembarked in a rough way, ignored the handshakes offered and stomped loudly
into the club house where Saint Peter and Satan were standing.
Peter immediately held up a hand and quietly said, ‘Ladies, settle down. You can
use your energies on the green.’
just gave a snigger, but they did quieten a little.
were then arranged and out to the greens they went, the home teams smiling and
the visitors scowling; nothing pleased them!
began and it was only minutes later, an angry voice exclaimed loudly, ‘Don’t
stand so close; you ruined my shot.’ The Heavenly bowler moved aside and several
others paused quickly at the noise.
that a lot of noisier accusations were heard especially when the home team was
bowling. It did become difficult for them to concentrate.
visiting bowler brought things to a halt quickly when she accused her opponent
of putting up the wrong score. ‘You cheat,’ she screeched, ‘I won two points,
Heavenly bowler smiled slightly and obligingly changed the score. In her circle
they didn’t argue about such things and it would be no good saying she was
continued, extremely noisily, some cheating and in one instance a Heavenly
bowler was knocked over and her hair violently tugged. And pushing a hat off was
Heavenly bowlers were extremely pleased when the game came to the expected end;
the visitors won. The lovely afternoon tea was met with scowling looks by the
visitors who left as soon as possible after receiving the trophy. They didn’t
even bother to say ‘Goodbye.’
Heavenly bowlers breathed a sigh of relief as peace and quiet descended. They
looked at a slightly ruffled Saint Peter and said, ‘They won’t come back, will
ever,’ he fervently replied. ‘You know, I had forgotten that some people behaved
bowlers looked at each other, all talking at once about the pushing, the
shoving, the cheating and a lot of other indiscriminate things they hadn’t
beat us,’ said one bowler.
who wants to win like that!’
course Saint Peter had the last word, ‘Now you know why they are in Hell!’