Your stories, Joe, tell so much about Australian workmen’s culture in the glorious postwar years that lots of European migrants were confronted with. When I read these very well told stories I feel like watching some scenes from a very authentic movie! I hope, you don’t mind that I reblog it. I can only recommend these stories. They’re great fun to read! đ
Jasper was a âBaltâ â..ie; he was of those states centered around the Baltic Sea..perhaps he could have been EstonianâŚhe was a tall ponderous sort of chapâŚwith a long serious gaze, with one of those what are called âlantern jawedâ faces. He always spoke in a slow , carefully chosen word way..I donât wonder many philosophers came from the Baltic States..Jasper appeared to put a lot of thought into what he said before he said itâŚbut then he didnât ever say much of great import.
âYou gotta watch those âBaltsâ â Jack Mitchell warned..âOoo..theyâre trouble..those bloody Baltsâ.
He always wore shorts in the summer..not short shorts like a footballer, but loose baggy ones to the knee. He would sit at the bar pint in hand with legs crossed in a peculiar effeminate way..that is; with his legs entwined like women doâŚand he would stare incessantly at one person or spotâŚ
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