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Sun Smart Golfing ... by Keith McCarten
I was only telling my brother a Malcolm Richards story last week.
Malcolm had SOMEHOW talked me into a game of golf with him on his beloved Naracoorte Golf Course. We'd had a "couple of quiet beers" the night before so we weren't real flash at 7 am when we teed off. It was going to be an absolute scortcher of a day...38C, hence the early tee off time.
Malcolm, as always is hitting the ball like Tiger Woods. I'm hitting mine more like Tigger from Winnie The Pooh fame ... the balls "Boing Boinging" ALL over the place. Malcolm of course is in stitches of laughter.
By about 10 am it's getting hotter. Being Sun Smart, I of course am wearing a baseball cap.
Malcolm strolled over to me and asked "Why the bloody Hell are you wearing that hat?"
"So I don't get my head sunburned" I said.
Malc BURST out laughing!!
He said "Sunburn!? You're worried about Sunburn?
YA HAVEN'T BEEN OUT FROM UNDER THE BLOODY TREES SINCE WE GOT HERE!"
He was a great mate and I'll miss him for as long as I live. I often think about him and the laughs we used to have, and Bernie. You kids are blessed to have had such great parents and I know that he was extremely proud of all of you. Best wishes and give my love to your mum.
I remember our yabbying trips ... by Maree Richards
There are lots of stories, here are two. One trip when we were young Dad and I were checking the nets I had rubber boots on, pulling the nets when a yabby flicks out of the net and down my boot. Jumping and screaming in the boat I flicked the yabby out, straight down my other boot. When finally I had settled, Dad says "Thats why you dont wear rubber boots in boats".
2nd story. Dad always took a butchers knife to cut the bait, one day while cutting the frozen liver, Dad slips and slices through his thumb. Dad wouldn't leave till we had caught a feed. We did a quick net pull got Dad his feed of yabbies and went home. Mum got Dad to the Doc, they stitched his thumb back together. Just in time for Dad to have a couple of pain killers [V.B] before we went to try and play in our M.J.Richards table tennis team. Dad didnt play very well that night. Ever since then, we’ve called that knife the thumb remover.
The big sneeze ... by Michael Richards
School holidays in the early '80's. Dad was driving to Frances to see a customer. Collie and myself tagged along for the drive. Some kind of irritant triggered an allergic sneeze from Dad. Unfortunately he was too slow to retrieve his handkerchief from the side pocket in his jeans. Dad let out an almighty "AHHH CHHHHEEEWWW!!!" and a swarm of unpleasant particles exploded out of Dad's nose. Collie and I found ourselves in a snow storm with zero visibility. Not very pleasant but the event has been indelible etched into Collie (and my) memory.