tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post1274074109625042457..comments2023-10-15T06:18:42.237-07:00Comments on Diary of an Australian Woman: Back to School - The Party, the NO Party, and the Dance.Diary of an Australian Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09516924468121692889noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-821423264040156832014-01-30T19:26:43.474-08:002014-01-30T19:26:43.474-08:00Hey Petra,, this is awesome,, memories and names,,...Hey Petra,, this is awesome,, memories and names,, i did go out with Denton, in 1977 i think,, he was lovely,, havent seen him for many yrs now though,,, Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09479066208778874918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-47881927139780870562014-01-26T23:13:00.226-08:002014-01-26T23:13:00.226-08:00Very good job Petra!!! You really brought me back ...Very good job Petra!!! You really brought me back to the seventies....so many souvenirs...discovering ourselves...Bravo , P!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-40502542508055997942014-01-23T03:03:25.706-08:002014-01-23T03:03:25.706-08:00Great read Petra. It's fascinating to get an i...Great read Petra. It's fascinating to get an insight from a teenage perspective in the 70s. Well done hanging on to your diaries. <br />Regards Peter de JongPeter de Jongnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-25525124040660524762014-01-09T02:02:19.390-08:002014-01-09T02:02:19.390-08:00Wow a teen in South Africa as apartheid was bustin...Wow a teen in South Africa as apartheid was busting at the seams. That must have been very heady. Lucky for you the headmaster gave you time to think about it...Lucky Australia - we got you instead :-0 I bet you have many stories to tell about Boarding in the Great Sandy Desert. The next installment is quite full onDiary of an Australian Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09516924468121692889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-46029367188263164322014-01-09T01:34:34.032-08:002014-01-09T01:34:34.032-08:00Great job Petra. Really transports you back to tho...Great job Petra. Really transports you back to those times - all that teen angst and growing up - I remember being quite the handful at that age - my parents threatening to put me in boarding school in the next suburb over in Joburg, even going for an interview - the headmaster said "do you really want to be here?" - I said no and was off the hook, but only temporarily as I ended up boarding in Perth when we moved to the Great Sandy Desert. Fortunately I have mellowed in my old age... Look forward to the next instalment :-)stan gortonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07587104567548025712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-18437288784977385912014-01-09T01:29:12.943-08:002014-01-09T01:29:12.943-08:00We had those too. They were call Autograph Books a...We had those too. They were call Autograph Books as my friend JB just wrote on our Springwood High Facebook Page. Friends and family would write beautiful little poems or ditty's, or just thoughts in them. We really treasured them - between the generally caring words that went deep into our hearts and those lovely stickers we would caress with our fingers as they were often raised. Because my relatives were Dutch, a lot of mine were written in Dutch too, which made mine even more exotic to me. Its a lazy more consumer oriented system today at Primary School: its all about just amassing stickers and sticking them into A4 Books, as many as possible. When their friends go overseas they hope stickers will be gifted to them upon their return, especially from Japan and China. All for show and competition. Ours seemed to be all about love and caring. Diary of an Australian Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09516924468121692889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-60471262258978471742014-01-09T00:40:42.314-08:002014-01-09T00:40:42.314-08:00Wow! So these things WERE international. My mom go...Wow! So these things WERE international. My mom got into my diary because I wrote in an old unused little book which was meant to be an "poesiealbum" as we called it those days, something you pass on from friend to friend and they leave a poem or a note or a picture or something in it for you. Facebook in the 70ies! So she saw this book lying around and thought she had found hers or her sisters own old one, opened it and did not close it when she discovered it was may diary. I wasn't allowed anything for ages and my mother wouldn't talk to me for weeks, she was so upset. But I was too, because she had betrayed my trust. Mums all around the world were and are the same, I guess! Dörte Weltihttp://threeteenagersandme.blogspot.chnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8159933034555832434.post-3788169341587882902014-01-08T22:25:47.360-08:002014-01-08T22:25:47.360-08:00It was common practice in the 70's for parents...It was common practice in the 70's for parents to take their kids to the pub or club, and leave them to their own devices for hours outside while they "socialised". Then drive us home - with the kids often lying down in the back with no seat belts on - no doubt under the influence and probably well over what is considered the legal limit today.Diary of an Australian Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09516924468121692889noreply@blogger.com