His humor takes us easily through all the ways children died back then–such as being flung thru windshields of cars due to no car seats. Richard tells of the various ways Australia was different back then–the title’s bemoaned lack of avocados being one way. There he did well enough to send Richard to a tony private school–something that would have been forever beyond his reach in the UK of that time. Richard Glover was the child of a Ten Pound Pom–an Englishman who accepted a bargain fare underwritten by the government to immigrate to Australia. Today I have another good friend in Australia, who, like me, grew up in the same era as this author. I remember the wife being surprised when recounting her time at Syracuse University in New York state, that she was expected to have a home phone even though she would be there less than two years! Even in 1989 that was unimaginable to me–an American. During my stint in Peace Corps in Malawi in 1989 to 1991 the other expatriates with whom I was friends were Australians. I learned of this book last month during Nonfiction November in this post of nonfiction favorites from blogger Book ‘d Out.
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