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Irene Waters
Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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The Leper (1)
“Mummy I want to go to school.” “You can’t because I’m sick and they won’t let you go to school so that you won’t give the other children the sickness I have.” “But Mummy I’m not sick.” “You just can’t … Continue reading
Holidays at Grandma’s House – My First Fashion Purchase
We loved going with my Grandfather to the shops at Kingsgrove. Being country children the walk down the street, past all the red brick and tiled bungalows, gave us plenty to gawk at. Reaching the shops from the rear we … Continue reading
Holidays at Grandma’s House – television
My Grandmother and Grandfather and aunt lived in Caroline Street Kingsgrove. My Grandma was a very stern looking woman and had lots of rules and regulations. Before our visit she covered the lounge with sheets. I could never understand why … Continue reading
I repeated Kindergarten three times.
I commenced school very early in life. At three my parents enrolled me at Tamworth Church of England Girls’ School in Kindergarten. As my mother was getting bored at home and because the school required a latin teacher for their higher … Continue reading
The Axe Attack
My brother and I had been fighting for days, over what exactly I can’t remember, but it would be over something that I wanted that he wouldn’t let me have. I screamed at him whilst he taunted me. We had moved … Continue reading
Cutting my First Vinyl
Again I was four. I remember our pre-school Christmas Party/Concert, at least the occasion. Our teacher Mrs McDougal was ancient. Lines made road maps on her face but she was always smiling. When she laughed her huge bosom would wobble up and … Continue reading
Six years old again
Suddenly I was six years old again. I had forgotten how it felt and fifty years later the feeling came flooding back. The unbridled joy followed by the knowledge an emptiness and longing was to follow. The indecision as to how … Continue reading
Whaling – brief history Byron Bay + Memoir Greenland + New Zealand
Whaling became Australia’s first export business in the 1800s, initially catching southern white and sperm whales. When these became scarce, humpbacks became the target. The hunt was initially conducted from small boats, resembling large row boats, putting both man and whale at equal … Continue reading
First Memories – The whaling Station
I was four. My cousin Jenny came to stay. I hated her because my brother preferred playing with her than with me. She had already shown herself to be a scaredy-cat, having come to school with me she had cried … Continue reading
FIRST MEMORIES
My first memory is a vague, misty, scarcely-there vision of a railway line, a railway crossing and walking, walking, walking. I would have been around eighteen months old. I know it is a memory because when I talked about it … Continue reading
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 