Me ole' mate Peter from Holtieshouse

This journey starts way back in the early 1970's. I had bought my first
car in 1970, a FJ Holden. It was second hand and cost me $150.00.
To obtain petrol and any possible repairs (which would no doubt be
likely, being a second hand vehicle) I would go to my local service
station which was just up the road from where I lived. The FJ Holden
was first released in 1953 and by 1962 a million cars had been sold,
then another million cars were sold in the next 6 years.

Warren and his first car The FJ Holden

In 1971, I went on a bus tour of Central Australia. Two Greyhound
buses were used and this was to be a "Safari" tour, although if you
wanted you could be a "tenderfoot" camper. Tenderfoots had their
tents put up for them and all their meals prepared. The safari folks
had to do everything themselves. I opted to go the safari way.
(a) it was cheaper and (b) I preferred to do my own cooking.
As it turned out this was much better (from my point of view).
There were 62 tenderfoots and 11 safaris. Can you imagine being
the last tenderfoot waiting to be fed. All the food was cooked on open
fires. By the time us safaris had cooked, eaten and cleaned up, the
last half of the tenderfoots were still waiting to eat. This left us time
to go out and explore.

Click onto the map to enlarge the picture and you will be able to see
where our coach trip took us in 23 days, starting at Brisbane, onto
Mt. Isa (where my daughter, Olivia now lives) then up to Darwin, down
to Alice Springs and west to Ayers Rock, south to Adelaide, then over
to Sydney and back up to Brisbane. All this in 23 days...now that was
some travelling, but we still managed to see a lot of the countryside.
Anyway that's another story that I will post at a later date.
One day I drove into the service station and noticed that it was now
under new management.
The new people were Peter and Julie Holt.

Julie serving a customer at their new service station

Over a period of months while getting fuel for my car Pater, Julie and
I began a friendship. I then went on a driving holiday in my FJ Holden
up through some rough dirt roads to a place called Canarvon Gorge
where I stayed for a week sight seeing, photographing and hiking
through the numerous rain forest tracks. I then drove back to the
coast where I met some friends and we spent the next week at
Hervey Bay.

One view of Canarvon Gorge

When I arrived back home the next time I was up at the service
station I offered to come over to their house to show my slides of
Canarvon. (Ah remember the days when a slide evening was the
"big event"). Truth be know it was more like "shudder oh no not
another slide evening". This was the start of a "beautiful" friendship
that has lasted over 30 years.
Julie was a lovely hostess but couldn't keep up with our late nights and
would excuse herself early in the evening and go to bed leaving us to
continue our "ravings" until the wee small hours of the morning, which
haven't gotten any earlier as the years went by.
We spent many a evening watching each other's slides, some of my
home movies, having enjoyable meals and often going on day trips on
week-ends.

Julie and Peter preparing the evening meal.

We all enjoyed bush walking so whenever we could we would jump into
the car and head off for the week-end.
On one occaision we drove up to Bald Rock to camp overnight. We set
up the tent and went out bush walking.
This was in June (the middle of our winter). Why we chose June who
remembers but that evening we froze due to the low temperatures.
By jees was it cold. Sure it wasn't freezy snowny type cold but the
next morning the water in the basin on the outside table had a layer
of ice on it.
Bald Rock is the largest granite rock outcrop in Australia. It is 750
metres long, 500 metres wide and 200 metres high. The walk to the
summit takes 3 hours for the return trip and offers 360 degrees views.

Warren and Julie at the top of Bald Rock

Eventually Peter and Julie decided that they didn't want to lease a service
station any longer so they up and moved to Rosewood (not all that far
from where Peter's father and step-mother lived. Julie's parents lived in
Melbourne) and it was here they purchased a service station.
This now meant a much longer drive to visit the Holties, and they
thought they had got ridden of me?
On one of my trips to Rosewood I invited a friend to join me. We left to go
home at some wee hour in the morning and had only travelled a few miles
when the FJ decided "I don't wanna go any further" so it just stopped.
Ah the joys of a second hand car. A phone call to Peter (who had just gone
to bed) and he came and picked us up and kindly drove us back to Brisbane
as we both had to be at work the next day (actually that day as it was now
past the midnight hour). Later that day Peter collected the FJ took it back
to the service station and fixed the problem. I caught a bus up to Rosewood
on the week-end to pick up my car.
It was in Rosewood on another visit where John (Merle's son from Herons
Nest) was visiting and he had a car he wanted to sell. The ole' FJ was getting
"a bit old in the tooth" so I decided to buy John's car and the FJ was left
gathering grass in Peter's back yard. We both can't remember what happened
to the FJ. Maybe it's still there now completely enshrined under lots of tall
grass (hum maybe not!!).

Warren's next car the EJ Holden.

By now it was 1976 and Peter and Julie had decided to sell the service station
and move up to Toowoomba (even further away from Rosewood and about a
two hour drive from Brisbane). Were they trying to get further away from me!!
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2.

It's Funny Joke Time Again.

Just a few funny pictures and jokes to get me back into blogging again.
Enjoy.

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Rabbi and the Tax Office

At the end of the tax year the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the
books of a Synagogue.

While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said,
"I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle drippings?"

"Good question," noted the Rabbi. "We save them up and send them
back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free
box of candles."

Oh," replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual question
had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way: "What about
all these bread -wafer purchases? What do you do with the crumbs?"

"Ah, yes," replied the Rabbi, realising that the inspector was trying to
trap him with an unanswerable question.
"We collect them and send them back to the manufactures, and every
now and then they send us a free box of bread wafers."

"I see," replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster
the 'know - it - all' Rabbi. "Well, Rabbi," he went on,
"What do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions
you perform?"

"Here, too, we do not waste," answered the Rabbi. "What we do is save
all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office, and about once a year
they send us a complete prick."


Two sisters, one blonde and one brunette, inherit the family ranch.
Unfortunately, after just a few years, they are in financial trouble.
In order to keep the bank from repossessing the ranch, they need to
purchase a bull so that they can breed their own stock. Upon leaving,
the brunette tells her sister, "When I get there, if I decide to buy the
bull, I'll contact you to drive out after me and haul it home"
The brunette arrives at the man's ranch, inspects the bull, and decides
she wants to buy it. The man tells her that he will sell it for $599, no less.
After paying him, she drives to the nearest town to send her sister a
telegram to tell her the news.
She walks into the telegraph office, and says, "I want to send a telegram
to my sister telling her that I've bought a bull for our ranch. I need her to
hitch the trailer to our pickup truck and drive out here so we can haul it
home." The telegraph operator explains that he'll be glad to help her, then
adds, "It's just 99 cents a word."
Well, after paying for the bull, the brunette only has $1 left.
She realizes that she'll only be able to send her sister one word.
After a few minutes of thinking, she nods and says, "I want you to send
her the word "comfortable."
The operator shakes his head. "How is she ever going to know that you
want her to hitch the trailer to your pickup truck and drive out here to
haul that bull back to your ranch if you send her just the word "comfortable?"
The brunette explains, "My sister's blonde. The word's big.
She'll read it very slowly ... com-for-da-bul".


A woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona
when her car broke down. An American Indian on horseback came along
and offered her a ride to a nearby town.
She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off.
The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes the Indian would
let out a "Ye-e-e-h-a-a-a" so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills.
When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled
one final "Ye-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!" and rode off. "What did you do to get that
Indian so excited?" asked the service-station attendant. "Nothing," the
woman answered. "I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms
around his waist, and held on to the saddle horn so I wouldn't fall off."
"Lady," the attendant said, "Indians don't use saddles."


The phone rang as I was sitting down to my evening meal, and as I
answered it I was greeted with, "Is this Karl Brummer?"
Not sounding anything like my name, I asked who is calling.
The telemarketer said he was with The Rubber Band Powered Freezer
Company or something like that. Then I asked him if he knew Karl
personally and why was he calling this number.
I then said off to the side, "Get some pictures of the body at various
angles and the blood smears." I then turned back to the phone and
advised the caller that he had entered a murder scene and must stay
on the line because we had already traced this call and he would be
receiving a summons to testify in this murder case.
I questioned the caller at great length as to his name, address, phone
number at home, at work, who he worked for, how he knew the dead
guy and could he prove where he had been about one hour before he
made this call.
The telemarketer was getting very concerned and his answers were
given in a shaky voice. I then told him we had located his position and,
"Stay where you are. The police are entering the building and should be
with you momentarily to take you into custody."
At that point, I heard the phone fall and the scurrying of his running away.
My wife asked me as I returned to our table why I had tears streaming
down my face and so help me, I couldn't tell her for about fifteen
minutes. My meal was cold, but it was the best meal in a long, long time.


You are driving in a car at a constant speed. On your left side is a valley
and on your right side is a fire engine traveling at the same speed as you.
In front of you is a galloping pig which is the same size as your car and
you cannot overtake it. Behind you is a helicopter flying at ground level.
Both the giant pig and the helicopter are also traveling at the same speed
as you.
What must you do to safely get out of this highly dangerous situation?
Answer:
Get off the children's "Merry-Go-Round", you're drunk.