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Post 13: Anecdotes and Apocrypha (2): Ross Gittens and Me

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Post 13: Anecdotes and Apocrypha (2): Ross Gittens and Me

This is yarn No. 2 after A Night to Remember:

U.T.,S. Student Services Unit was originally located in the old Anthony Hordern’s building, Brickfield Hill, where World Square is today. The building was broken down, rat-infested and a fire hazard. People had previously died there in fires, either by jumping out of windows or from the fires themselves. My ex-husband actually gave me a rope ladder to escape in case of fire. When I considered the fact that our Unit adjoined an internal courtyard and in any case a rope would burn, it seemed a slightly less thoughtful gesture.

Neill Robinson, the Director of our Unit, had agreed to a practice interview with a B.A. (Communications) student Kristina (then our counsellor Steve Young’s girlfriend, now his wife of 35+ years).

Despite Neill’s frequent (and rather naive) “this is strictly off the record” the full and frank interview appeared on the front page of Newswit, the U.T.,S. student newspaper, edited by Ross Gittens.

Following upon “In Neill’s words….” appeared two paragraphs detailing the lack of interest and even contempt for students of the Vice Chancellor and the Registrar and how happy they would be if the entire study body was eliminated and they could run the place smoothly and efficiently.

Our Unit was set up to provide counselling, medical treatment, welfare, special needs and study methods for students and staff. Some academics thought students should survive without help or be eliminated, and believed our Unit kept students studying when they should have been kicked out.

I realised that this article was likely to be the death of our Unit.

As i had turned up early for work I grabbed a few students, purloined all the recently printed Newswits and set the students to work blacking out the offending paragraphs with felt pens. We had made our way through about 75% of them by the time lectures were beginning and I threw the rest of them into the garbage bins. (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.