Yellow Pearl: Eighteen Short Stories from the Stringybark Australian History Awards
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Lachlan Dunn lifted his eyes from the book he was trying to read. He studied his uncle in the dim lamplight. “What you all done up for?”
Thaiter grinned and finished tucking his clean shirt into his trousers. “It’s me birthday. I’m off ta the Cosmopolitan for a couple.”
“Your birthday?” Lachlan laughed.
“You’ll note. I’m done right. Clean and shaven.” Thaiter did a spin and twinkled his eyebrows. “I might get lucky tonight.”
— from "Done Right" by Donna Fieldhouse
The postman dropped a bundle of mail and there’s a letter with the AIF crest, I recognised the same rising sun symbol from Uncle John’s slouch hat. Nanna concentrated for a long time, holding the thin paper out at arm’s length as if any closer would risk infection by a terrible disease hidden there. She stretched her old thin arms away from her as if trying to bring the important words into focus.
— from "Water or Speed" by Karen Lethlean
Raise the term ‘history’ in a conversation in any group and half the participants will glaze over and talk about something else. Why? Is it because they think that history is a collection of dates or stories about musty, dusty, kings? Perhaps. Or perhaps they have never come across an anthology like this one — full of good writing and intriguing plots. Knowing that a story is true or based on truth always adds a little more spice to a tale, than a straight fiction piece can ever engender. Here are eighteen unique, short stories, chosen from the Stringybark Australian History Awards. Each provides a fascinating insight into Australian history.
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Yellow Pearl
Eighteen Short Stories from the
Stringybark Australian History Short Story Awards
Editor’s Choice Edition
Edited by
David Vernon
Published by Stringybark Publishing
PO Box 464, Hall, ACT 2618, Australia
http://www.stringybarkstories.net
Smashwords Edition
Copyright: This revised collection, David Vernon, 2018
Copyright: Individual stories, the authors, various.
These are works of fiction and unless otherwise made clear, those mentioned in these stories are fictional characters and do not relate to anyone living or dead.
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Contents
Introduction — David Vernon
The Golden Age of Motoring — Tony Duggan
No Time for Tears — James Kent
A Secretary’s Lot — Kerry Lown Whalen
Doug — Peter Donaldson
Restoration — Chris Curtis
Sally Peak, Tasmania, 1823 — Graeme Scott
A Star is Born — Eloise Ford
One Woman’s War Effort — Mona Finley
The Colour of Innocence — Lecinda Stringer
Dung Ly — Karen Lethlean
Mosquito Coils and Holidays — Grahame Maclean
Yellow Pearl — Sophie Constable
A Sensible Girl — Rowena Holloway
The Lake People — Frances Warren
Done Right — Donna Fieldhouse
Tin Barn — Peter Court
The Clearing in the Forest — Linda Carter
Water or Speed — Karen Lethlean
About the Editor
Acknowledgements
Introduction
— David Vernon
Raise the term ‘history’ in a conversation in any group and half the participants will glaze over and talk about something else. Why? Is it because they think that history is a collection of dates or stories about musty, dusty kings? Perhaps. Or perhaps they have never come across an anthology like this one — full of good writing and intriguing plots. Knowing that a story is true or based on truth always adds a little more spice to a tale than a straight fiction piece can ever engender.
Within this collection you will meet real ghosts from our past, and I suspect, even a few fictional ones. Some of these stories are written directly from experience while others transport us back to periods from which there are no contemporary survivors and thus some fictional liberties are taken — but no matter what the nature of the historical story, they have all been chosen because of their literary and historical merit. Each story makes our history come alive.
Knowing our past is essential to understanding our present and preparing for the future.
This is the third Editor’s Choice collection of short stories from the Stringybark Short Story Awards. It consists of some of my favourite short stories submitted to the Stringybark Australian History Short Story Award. Its companion volume is Marngrook and other award-winning stories from the Australian History Short Story Award, which was published in late 2011. Once you have finished this little book, please visit www.stringybarkstories.net and see what other tempting literary offerings we have awaiting you.
David Vernon
Editor
Stringybark
June 2012
The Golden Age of Motoring
— Tony Duggan
A large crowd had stopped to stare. Alerted to the event by the astonishing noise that had preceded it, some of them had now even removed their headwear, as if to let their incredulous thoughts expand even further. The silken top hats of the wealthy were raised in slight jealousy; the shabby cloth caps of the workers in head-scratching amusement. Children, too, gawped from behind adult legs whilst their mothers, sheltered from the scorching Australian summer sun behind lace-edged parasols and floor-length dresses, glanced at each other with raised eyebrows.
Most of these people had never seen a motor car.
As this one was only the third to arrive in the State it was hardly surprising. But what was a surprise however, to those who lined the wide, dusty Adelaide street as if a royal parade were in motion, was the breathtaking speed at which the vehicle was approaching. Whispers amongst the crowd said that it must be moving at twenty miles per hour, at the very least. The men who knew more: the mechanics, the ex-railwaymen, the factory owners, confirmed to those surrounding them that on an open highway it would no doubt be capable of twice that, of perhaps forty or more.
And then there were gasps, as the brand new 1904-model Tarrant saloon drew nearer. Its fully enclosed, shining black body was a symphony of motion and modernity; its polished chrome hubcaps reflected its open-mouthed audience. The local horses, unused to this rude, mechanical interruption, shook their heads in fear and jerked their carriages accordingly. Their coachmen were angered, but at this speed it was difficult for them to discern who exactly was even inside the devilish, motorised contraption, leaving them to shake their fists in a kind of generalised annoyance at the metal blur as it thundered past them and headed off into the glare of the noon sunshine. As the sweet smell of wisteria from the nearby church gardens was replaced by the acrid stench of exhaust fumes, the crowd finally began to disperse, talking animatedly as they did so about what they had just witnessed. Their disparity was annulled by it; their astonishment unanimous.
Inside the car, bouncing up and down slightly on its highly-sprung, red leather back seat was twelve-year-old Cordelia Roberts. Alongside Cordelia was her mother Iris, a doyenne of the local leisured classes and wife of the Honourable Hugh Flinton Roberts, the wool exporter. Now on their way back to their newly-built mansion in the northern part of the town’s fringes, they were laden with a morning’s haul from the finest department stores that this locale had to offer. Both wore the season’s most fashionable hats of maroon felt, which were tied on tightly over their also-matching sleek bobs and secured with hefty ribbons, lest the constant vibrations threw them off and out the windows.
The only other occupant, and the person responsible for the skilful operating of this newest mode of transport, was Angus McGee, their ageing chauffeur. The Tarrant suited him; the exaggerated curves of his handlebar moustache echoed the elegant curves of the enormous front wheel arches. McGee wore a peaked cap and a black coat with silver buttons: the unofficial uniform of the so-called ‘motorist’. Although, with his contemporaries within a hundred square miles yet to amount to double figures, it could not be said that a common dress code had yet been firmly established. McGee piloted the vehicle with determination and aplomb, as well as all the technical mastery that its basic functions would allow. But with the car’s engineering being more suited to the smooth avenues of New York or Paris he was obliged to concentrate hard as he steered around the deep holes in this much newer road’s pitted surface. As he left the town centre’s boundaries behind, McGee squeezed the rubber bulb of the horn twice in succession, its loud, strangled bleating noise causing a flock of alarmed white cockatoos to take flight into the cloudless blue sky.
As the squawking birds scattered above, Cordelia spoke, her small voice struggling against the noise of the engine.
"Mother … "
Yes, my dear?
winced a distracted Iris.
"Mother, did you see how surprised those people looked back there? I hope we didn’t frighten them. I wouldn’t like that at all!"
Iris relaxed and smiled. Her daughter, despite her relative youth, was a perceptive and thoughtful child. She stroked Cordelia’s velvet-clad arm reassuringly, thinking how twelve was in some ways perhaps the perfect age for a girl to be, for it was an age when the wondrous imagination of childhood became wedded to the more grown-up skills of judgement and social observation.
"I’m sure they’ll be fine, my dear. It’s just that, well, the motor car is such a new thing around here, isn’t it? And people take a while to get used to new things sometimes."
Cordelia nodded, lost in thought for a moment as McGee sounded the horn yet again at a stray pig.
Mother,
she continued, her curiosity now stirred, "what was the new thing when you were my age?"
Iris smiled again. She told her daughter that it had been the railways. Cordelia was amazed, thinking that the railways had simply always been there.
And Mother …
"Yes, Cordelia?"
Mother,
continued the young girl, missing out an entire generation to make the charmingly random connections that twelve-year-olds do, "what was new when Great Grandmother Elizabeth was my age?"
Well …
answered Iris, amused by the repeating nature of the enquiry, I suppose that the newest thing then, my dear, was this town and this country itself. There were no motor cars here then, or railways, or anything much at all. Your great grandmother came over here from England on a very old ship. A ship with sails, that is. Don’t you remember her telling you about it?
The car rattled over a particularly large hole. McGee raised his hand as a request for forgiveness as his passengers protectively held on to their precious parcels and hats. The jolt caused Cordelia to remember her great grandmother: a happy, frail old lady with long, silver-grey hair who had passed away only a year earlier.
"Hmm … yes, I think so, Mother. But why did she come on a ship with sails? How silly of her! That must have been awfully slow. Why did she not come on an ocean liner?"
Iris could not help laughing out loud.
"My dear child, ocean liners did not exist back then. And yes, it was slow; it took her almost three months to get here."
Three months! Gosh, mother. She must have been impatient to call her family back home when she arrived, don’t you think?
Iris smiled once more at her daughter’s endearing naivety as Cordelia waved at a staring, excited group of grubby farm labourers. They waved back at her as they laughed and pushed each other and shook their heads.
"She couldn’t telephone anyone, Cordelia; telephones didn’t exist. Your great grandmother wrote lots of long letters to her family instead."
Cordelia, finally grasping some idea of a life before motor cars, telephones, and even railways was silent for a while, mulling over the consequences.
"But, Mother, that must have been difficult, mustn’t it? She must have been very