In
April, 1947, Bill and Eira Barkla took their children to the Royal
Easter Show in Melbourne. Their eldest, a shy little 4 y.o. blonde piano
prodigy with wide, curious eyes, found the Australian Broadcasting
Commission's portable studio and was lost to the rest of the world for the day.
As soon as he got home, he knocked up a sort of mixing panel in his
grandfather's workshop, connected it with string to the clothesline,
attached his mother's electrical extension cord for a microphone, and
began reading stories out of The Argus newspaper. He was broadcasting.
I'm still at it, only in a much older body and with 6 decades of
piano. organ, performing and producing choral works, stage plays, radio and TV under my
considerably longer belt. And with two children and two grandchildren
in theatre (one at the Old Vic in London), I'm very
Cool and Comfortable in the prime of my life. All that has changed
is my antenna – the clothesline has been swapped for the internet
(and Radio KSA).
My sister said something this week that prompted yet another of those "A-hah" moments. She commented, "Funny what flicks your switches and sends you down that path!!!!!!!!!!"
An insight I got was this--
"Seems to me there's an inevitability about certain things, and that your path will find you, no matter what you do and where you go."
My Dad wanted me to be a teacher. I refused to even enrol for the scholarship. I never went to teachers' college. BUT -- Everything I've ever done since, I've finished up teaching it.
"Seems to me there's an inevitability about certain things, and that your path will find you, no matter what you do and where you go."
My Dad wanted me to be a teacher. I refused to even enrol for the scholarship. I never went to teachers' college. BUT -- Everything I've ever done since, I've finished up teaching it.
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