The Big Phantom

I crossed paths with the Phantom on Friday. Perched high above the Jamison Valley, he quietly surveyed the landscape before him.

Since childhood, I have been aware of his impressive and powerful presence as he moved assuredly about the comic book pages. But I never realised that he was that big!

I had forgotten the Old  Jungle Saying:
‘The Ghost is bigger than your puny imagination’.

Returning to Miss Carey’s Reserve

Fifty years ago a little parkland reserve was officially named by the North Sydney Council after its creator, Miss Gladys Carey. It has been a couple of years since I last visited this special place near Careening Cove.

I had been invited by a group of  walkers from the Blue Mountains to come and share some of Miss Carey’s story with them. I arrived earlier to walk around the reserve and the neighbouring Milson Park which I had also planned to mention in my informal talk. These areas are places of my childhood, still rich in memories.

McDougall Street, which borders one side of Milson Park, was alive with activity. The purple blossom clouds of the Jacaranda trees that line this street were attracting a continuous flow of people with their  cameras.

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