I was born
24th November 1959 and I will be 60 years old tomorrow.
I don’t
feel old and I am told I do not look 60 but I digress, I was born in Leeds UK
and my parents departed the home country and arrived in Melbourne Australia on
the 23rd of May 1965 which just happened to be my only sisters
birthday.
I have outlived my Mum. Dad, Jesus, Princess Diana, Jimi Hendrix and many more celebs.
The only
things I remember about the UK
were living in a horseshoe housing estate and me shoveling snow from the neighbor’s
pathways. I recall being at my Grandmas place in a kind of yellow safari suit
and being in awe of the many rooms.
The sad part was leaving behind my favorite toy, a garage kind of building where cars
would come and go, I remember being very upset.
The plane
ride as I recall was a visit to the pilot cockpit and then my next memory is
waking up in the Pennington Hostel a place where all immigrates ended up before
being deployed to different parts of the country. We ended up in Elizabeth
Field a suburb of Elizabeth a new
City 40 km from Adelaide.
There were many different immigrants who all got along very well unlike the
immigrants of today. We all adapted into the Australian way of life; just going
about our daily lives and as they say, living the dream.
My
childhood is full of birthday parties where my mum made fairy cakes and our
neighbor kids would come around and enjoy cordial and games of pass the parcel.
Having six siblings meant a lot of birthday parties and although we were not
well off, we were happy.
My mother
was adorable and I have yet to find anyone who knew her have a bad word to say.
Most people loved her Yorkshire puddings with
gravy and her stews, which were always very tasty. As for my father; he was a different
story. Raised in a convent due to WW2 he was a devoutly religious man who was
totally consumed with the Catholic Church and its teachings which he enforced
upon the family.
I embraced
it for a while even becoming an altar boy, however, I started to question things
and I was abruptly put in my place. So I joined the navy to get away from life in the Boddey household. In the navy at
the age of 15 and a half, I found the real world and started to free thinking. I
started to explore things that were different and out of step with my
upbringing. For a short time I felt free and alive, alas it was short-lived.
I was
medically discharged and sent back home where I struggled to fit in, at school
nor at home life. I did put on a brave face and did the best I could. I worked
at General Motor Holden thanks to a brother of mine and did very well until I
decided to defect to the Nissan Motor Company in Victoria where I excelled.
I was
married to my first wife at the time. She was a woman who gave us 2 beautiful
children and who endured being left to looking after two kids while I was in Japan training
to be a master supervisor. Unfortunately upon my return from Japan Nissan
closed its Australian side and we returned home to South Australia. It went downhill from
there. The reasons do not matter, other than to say they could have been
handled better.
My second
wife taught me a lot about sorting things out; however, my past and the things
that had happened made things difficult. Unfortunately, I suffered a workplace
injury that placed a strain on our relationship which eventually led to our
parting of ways. Yes, there are differing viewpoints on the whys, the where for’s, etc of all my relationships but ultimately
the truth lays with me and them.
So now I am
sixty and have been married to my third wife for six years.
It hasn’t
been the easiest of times as I had been bullied in 3 workplaces and have since
been unable to work but we have worked together, shared our anxiety, panic
attacks and depression experiences together growing as human beings and
realising that there are a lot of fucked-up people in the world,
I digress,
I am sixty and I am being told it is too salty, too sweet, too fatty, etc by
doctors who are now concerned about my health. I am now, as my years of living
are minimising being asked to stop enjoying life and become a health nut who is
a fucking miserable because the bacon sandwich no longer is an acceptable sandwich.
I am sixty
and if I am lucky I may have 20, 30 maybe 40 years left. For fucksake let me go
out enjoying myself,
Author
Steve
Boddey