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moondani kyema, My Story - Ray Moore 99
concerned for his reputation, so a neighbouring farmer helped out by dragging the
cow to a paddock where he kept pigs. The cow was deposited and the farmer used
his knife to slit the cow open from neck to groin, and there we left her. The next day
the farmer took us out to his pig paddock on his tractor, and we found the cow with its
insides completely eaten out, with a couple of pigs half hidden inside the carcase
trying to find more to eat. I didn’t know that pigs were so bloodthirsty and vowed I
would not budge from the tractor until we
were safely out of the paddock.
For my 21st birthday, my parents gave me
the old Vauxhall which they had driven for
some time, and now no longer would
need because they were going overseas
again. I did not need the wet weather
equipment which I had used on the motor
bike, but still had to drive with gloves to
keep my hands warm and a rug across
my knees so that I wouldn’t freeze in
winter. I sold this not long after I had
taken possession of it, and it paid for
some of my fees to enter the Melbourne Bible Institute.
Diana was my next set of wheels.
Diana Durkopp was the name of the
powerful little motor scooter which
then became my wheels until we were
married. In fact we took Diana on our
honeymoon. Two days after we were
married, when we drove her proudly
Case & Overnight on to the Princess of Tasmania to go
bag across Bass Strait, we were directed
to place her underneath the tray of a
semi-trailer. What ignominy!
However, when we reached the Apple
Isle she was magnificent. We placed a large suitcase on the pack rack at the back.
We hung a large overnight bag just below the handlebars and in front of my legs.
There were two of us and we carried another two or three smaller bags over our
shoulders. In the two weeks we were there we travelled over 700 miles (1120
kilometres) and it cost us a total of 26 shillings ($2.60) for petrol!
Through the years of our marriage we owned a number of different vehicles. When
the family were young we favoured station wagons. No seat belts were used and we
used to place a mattress in the back for long trips and the family would lay about
sleeping, talking, reading or fighting depending on the mood of the moment.
We favoured Holdens, but the only new car we ever bought was a Hillman station
wagon which turned out to be a lemon. Another memorable car was the Wolseley
which had a charming ambience about it, but in the end I set about giving it a major
overhaul. I was never able to get it going after this and so sold it as it stood, with no
guarantees, to Hayden, the owner of the Snake Valley garage known as The Reptile
Gulch Motors.
concerned for his reputation, so a neighbouring farmer helped out by dragging the
cow to a paddock where he kept pigs. The cow was deposited and the farmer used
his knife to slit the cow open from neck to groin, and there we left her. The next day
the farmer took us out to his pig paddock on his tractor, and we found the cow with its
insides completely eaten out, with a couple of pigs half hidden inside the carcase
trying to find more to eat. I didn’t know that pigs were so bloodthirsty and vowed I
would not budge from the tractor until we
were safely out of the paddock.
For my 21st birthday, my parents gave me
the old Vauxhall which they had driven for
some time, and now no longer would
need because they were going overseas
again. I did not need the wet weather
equipment which I had used on the motor
bike, but still had to drive with gloves to
keep my hands warm and a rug across
my knees so that I wouldn’t freeze in
winter. I sold this not long after I had
taken possession of it, and it paid for
some of my fees to enter the Melbourne Bible Institute.
Diana was my next set of wheels.
Diana Durkopp was the name of the
powerful little motor scooter which
then became my wheels until we were
married. In fact we took Diana on our
honeymoon. Two days after we were
married, when we drove her proudly
Case & Overnight on to the Princess of Tasmania to go
bag across Bass Strait, we were directed
to place her underneath the tray of a
semi-trailer. What ignominy!
However, when we reached the Apple
Isle she was magnificent. We placed a large suitcase on the pack rack at the back.
We hung a large overnight bag just below the handlebars and in front of my legs.
There were two of us and we carried another two or three smaller bags over our
shoulders. In the two weeks we were there we travelled over 700 miles (1120
kilometres) and it cost us a total of 26 shillings ($2.60) for petrol!
Through the years of our marriage we owned a number of different vehicles. When
the family were young we favoured station wagons. No seat belts were used and we
used to place a mattress in the back for long trips and the family would lay about
sleeping, talking, reading or fighting depending on the mood of the moment.
We favoured Holdens, but the only new car we ever bought was a Hillman station
wagon which turned out to be a lemon. Another memorable car was the Wolseley
which had a charming ambience about it, but in the end I set about giving it a major
overhaul. I was never able to get it going after this and so sold it as it stood, with no
guarantees, to Hayden, the owner of the Snake Valley garage known as The Reptile
Gulch Motors.
