Category Family

A Kangaroo Cousin Looks At The Saltire

In June 2017 Di and I left Sydney and spent two weeks in Amsterdam and then ten days touring around the Scottish Highlands. As much for myself as anything else, I decided to set out my impressions and thoughts of Scotland in this period of great uncertainty about the future of the place I was born. In the canal house flat where Di and I spent most of our time

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1966 and all that

It started in the shires of the English midlands and finished in the arid saltbush of Whyalla, South Australia. It was the year my life changed. In September 1966 I turned 13. Two days after my birthday my family—my father, mother, sister and brother—got on a train in Kettering, Northamptonshire. It took us to London, very much still the Swinging City, where we changed trains for Southampton. There, berthed at

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Goosebumps—Australia v Croatia, World Cup 2006

I was sitting on the bench at St Joseph’s College on Saturday doing the paperwork after refereeing the Joey’s versus Riverview seconds. Two reds and four yellows—not a bad haul for 50 minutes work. The coach of the Joey’s First XI looked familiar. ‘Is that Jason Culina?’ I asked the Joey’s Master in Charge. He nodded. I finished my reports and caught Culina’s eye. ‘Hi Jason. Did you see that

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Shenanigans in the shires*

I guess my dad started following Leicester City shortly after we made the move from Kinlochleven in Scotland to Corby, Northamptonshire in 1957. At the time Leicester was the only First Division team in the East Midlands. It was 25 miles by road and although we didn’t have a car, I vividly recall him taking me to a couple of games on the bus. I don’t recall much about the

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1946 Army kilt
1946 Army buddy
1948 Kinloch Youth Club
1949 Kinloch football two teams
1949 Kinloch rock
1952 Dinner
1952 Mum & Dad
1952 Wedding
1952 Bridal party
1954 Kinloch Lochaber Cres
1954 Kinloch with Donald
1963 Skegness
1965 Skegness
1966 Fairsea
1971 Family
1976 Carol Chris engagement
1978 long beer
1984 Mum & Dad
1985 One Steel
1986 Edinburgh
1986 Ben Nevis
1986 Albie
1987 Eucalypt St
1988 Dad
1989 Mum & Dad
1990 Donald Di wedding
1991 Dad playing
1992 Referee Swandel Park
1999 Mum Dad Donald Calum
2002 50th anniversary
2004 Bondi
2008 Tooby wedding
2008 Tooby reception
2009 Christmas
2012 Family

Ian Robertson (1926-2015)

A selection of images from the slide show put together by my sister Carol and her daughter Zoe Tooby and played at my father’s funeral in Whyalla, South Australia on 20 January 2015. Thanks for everything dad and as they say in the Highlands: Gus am bris an là agus an teich na sgàilean (until day breaks and the shadows retreat).

Eulogy for my father

The eulogy delivered at my father’s funeral on 20th January 2015, in Whyalla, South Australia. Family and friends—thank you all for coming today, especially those who have travelled from outside Whyalla. We are here to pay our respects and honour and remember the life of my father, Ian Robertson, born 20 August 1926, Kinlochleven, Scotland, died 11 January 2015, Whyalla. To paraphrase the words of the poet, Dylan Thomas, my

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‘I am a champion’

The date was in the calendar on the fridge—28 September—but it was a pretty low-key build up to this year’s Australian University Games in the Robertson household. Calum had picked up a knee injury playing club football with Mosman and it was touch and go as to whether he would play any part at all. He got the all clear from the physio the week before and went for a

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Tea chest
Whyalla High
Swandel Park, home of the Whyalla Wanderers
Hotel Bay View
Rebels
Australian independence flag
Bench in Ada Ryan Gardens
Bench plaque

Whyalla 2014

My father had been living at home since my mother died last year. I had arranged to spend a week with him in August, but two weeks before I was due to fly over to Whyalla he fell and broke his hip. He had a successful hip replacement operation, but the general anaesthetic really played havoc with his (previously mild) dementia. He was in hospital for three weeks and then transferred

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