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Post 14: Anecdotes and Apocrypha(2) – Ross Gittens and Me Pt. 2

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Post 14: Anecdotes and Apocrypha(2) – Ross Gittens and Me Pt. 2

At some stage during the morning Ross appeared in the doorway, one of what I call my three magenta moments at U.T.,S. That is, his face colour was somewhere between scarlet and purple.

Accusatory words like censorship, attack on freedom of the press, poured out of his outraged mouth. He fumed and gesticulated, but it was too late for him to do anything about it.

However, he could have made a big song and dance, complained to the powers-that-be, or written a follow-up article about what had happened. He very kindly did not.

As time went by, Ross became a good friend to our Unit. He told us he had qualified as a chartered accountant but being dissatisfied with his work he had come to U.T.,S. to pick the eyes out of the Communications Degree. His intention was to become the Economics Editor of the Sydney Morning Herald. I remember thinking, pigs might fly, it seemed he was aiming a bit high. Taking on the student newspaper was a means of polishing up his communication skills.

About once a fortnight he joined whoever in Student Services was available at the Loft, the Staff Club, for a meal, even after he had joined the Herald.

He was a bit phlegmatic, not much into humour, a trifle reserved and very serious. Also a very genuine and pleasant person.

All this took place probably in the mid-1960’s or 70’s. Fast forward to mid 2016, Royal Sydney Golf Club. My friend Barbara came through the door at the same time as Ross, who was guest speaker at a completely booked-out dinner. Barbara said she had come with someone who knew him at U.T.,S. When he came in he threw his arms around me and gave me a hug and a kiss. He seemed delighted, chatted, told me he had contact with another Student Services staff member and took my cards for himself and the other man. (More next time)

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.