With the build-up to Celebrate Lithgow well under way, we’re happy to support local authors. Paul blogged last week about some local history and non-fiction books which have been on display in our windows since Remembrance Day to a very positive reaction. In staying with the theme, I thought I’d share some local fiction authors … Continue reading
The Bridge: The epic story of an Australian icon – the Sydney Harbour Bridge by Peter Lalor “The definitive story of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, one of the world’s most amazing engineering feats – a structure that has become a national icon.” We currently have a copy of The Bridge in store, even though this … Continue reading
In the wake of the fires that blazed through the Blue Mountains this past October, Celebrate Lithgow turned a talent night into a fundraiser for the local volunteer RFS Brigades. This was my first bushfire, and my reactions moved from not-understanding, to shock, to fear, to utter disbelief, and until finally relief. People back home … Continue reading
Although not as widely celebrated as ANZAC Day, November 11 is still recognized as a day we remember. We not only remember World War I veterans, but those who fought in every war of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. After the gigantic success of Halloween, we wanted to focus on something more sombre. We put … Continue reading
Halloween was a huge success. There was no moving on the footpath as the people filled the street in droves. The kids were fantastically dressed as they filed into the shops. “Trick or Treat,” they said. “Thank you,” they said. “You are welcome,” we said – and we meant it. It was an absolute pleasure … Continue reading
Halloween was always a reluctant holiday at our house. My mother worried that its roots were dark but she didn’t want to deny us the fun. Her solution was to downplay the night, to make it about candy and fun, and to avoid all things spooky. Luckily for her, my brother and I were never … Continue reading
Paul asked me the other day, “Who would you get to write your biography?” “You mean, ‘other than me?’” I said with a smile. “Yeah,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Living or dead?” “Doesn’t matter, but don’t say ‘Jane Austen.’” I hummed and looked out the train window at the beautiful mountains I love so … Continue reading
