PORTER, Ben

Ten Clubs for 27 Years - The Golden Age of the SANFL by Ben Porter

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10 Clubs for 27 Years

The Golden Age of the SANFL

10 Clubs for 27 Years–The Golden Age of the SANFL gives an insight into South Australia’s contribution to the much-loved sport.

In 1964 two new clubs joined the SANFL to make up ten suburban clubs–marking the start of the ‘Golden Age’ of football in this state.

South Australians seriously love their Aussie Rules football and attended the five weekly matches in droves. If the weather was kind, it was common for over 40,000 supporters to turn up and soak up the atmosphere after a hard week.

The SANFL Grand Final played in the spring was televised across the country and attracted 50,000 spectators. In fact, the 1976 classic between traditional rivals Sturt and Port Adelaide attracted an official crowd of 66,897. Many pundits indicated that around 80,000 were actually there, as the Police opened the gates and allowed spectators to sit on the grass!

This a must-read for all Australian footy enthusiasts.

“This is an amazing compilation if you love South Australian football”

Graham Cornes

Ben Porter, self-published author of 10 clubs for 27 years: the Golden Age of the SANFL

About the Author

 

With my dad playing in the SANFL from 1959-66, Australian Rules football dominated my young life.

Growing up in the Adelaide Hills, I played for Belair Primary School and dreamt of one day gracing the big stage. A typical Saturday during the winter months of the 70s and 80s revolved around freezing cold mornings playing against Mt Lofty up at Heathfield with frostbitten fingers as we threw ourselves around in the slush. Then it would be a rush home for a hot shower, a hotter cup of hot chocolate and then off to either Prospect, Unley or Norwood oval to stand on the terrace and barrack for my beloved team–The Roosters.

My first taste of the SANFL was in 1976 at the Glenelg oval sitting on the wooden steps of the public grandstand. By 1978 I was a regular, although my team finished last. By 1979 I was collecting the footy budgets, wearing a scarf and a duffle coat and collecting autographs after the game as the heroes who trudged off the field sweaty and covered in mud.

The SANFL stood on its own and the suburban-based competition produced its greatest era between 1964-90. I wrote this book to pay homage to the men who graced the fields every Saturday to do battle in the hope of securing the Premiership.

 
 

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CHELIAH, Sashi

ISBN 978-1-922629-20-3
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Kampong Boy

Flavour is my hometown

Savour the flavour of Singapore in the comfort of your home!

Chef and restauranteur Sashi Cheliah goes back deep into his childhood, sharing recipes he enjoyed having as a kid in Singapore. This cookbook is packed with classic dishes that you will enjoy cooking with your loved ones.

“Food is about sharing and spending time together, you don’t have to spend a lot of money or time to enjoy deliciously cooked meals and bond at dinner time.”

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About the Author

When I was growing up as a kampong kid in Hillview Estate in Singapore, life was tough. I was the eldest of seven children, and my family lived in a small apartment. We could not afford many facilities or luxuries. My parents were not well educated and had to slog for long hours to provide the basic amenities for me and my siblings. They struggled to make ends meet, and had no choice but to leave me and three of my siblings to be cared for by our aunts; the other siblings were cared for by our grandmother.

My aunts were not married at that time, and only knew how to shower us with their love by cooking our favourite food. Even though I was only a toddler, I can remember that my aunties would work a night shift and then come back home to prepare lunch for us, even though they were tired. I was always clinging on to them and watching them cook. I think that’s when I started to love food, and since then I have always experimented with cooking. My aunties didn’t know how to teach us academically, but they shared their cooking knowledge with us.

Years passed and I became a young teenager. My mum had a café and I was spending a lot of time helping her out after school. Don’t get too excited – I was not allowed to be in the kitchen. I only served customers their orders, as my mum was worried that I would end up as a cook rather than getting a white collared job. She wanted us to excel in life and always reminded us that life is not a bed of roses.

Then I started to spend less time with family and lots more with the wrong company, and began to miss school. At that time, I was lucky to have great teachers at Swiss Cottage Secondary School. Hubert Yohannan was my history teacher, and he saw the drastic changes in me. He introduced me to the outdoor club and activities such as rock climbing and camping kept me busy in a good way, and eventually led me to join the Police Force.

When I was 18, I was also lucky enough to meet my other half, Rabicca Vijayan. We met at a barbeque and it was love at first sight. My camping skills played a vital role, but I absolutely swept her off her feet with my BBQ chicken wings – I have to thank my classmate Justin for his recipe!

I was never academically smart and did not continue my studies. I became lost in life and forgot all about my passion for cooking. Then it was time for me to complete my National Service, which was compulsory for all males in Singapore. I was adamant that I wanted to join the Army to be a commando, but my dreams were shattered when I was enlisted in the Police Force. Rabicca and my family were very supportive and encouraging about my joining the Police Force, and it turned out that I loved it. After working in the riot squad, I became part of the Special Tactics and Rescue Unit (STAR) team. That was one of the best moments in my life, as this was a very prestigious and highly regarded job in Singapore. Only a handful of police officers are able to get this job, and I was one of them.

Life sailed along smoothly for a decade till my sweetheart, who was my wife by then, wanted to migrate to Australia as she liked the lifestyle there. I was not in favour at all, but for my family’s sake I was willing to give up my job and start afresh.

We came to Australia in 2012 and I was unemployed for three months. I picked up cooking again as I was bored and had started missing my hometown food. And because eating out was expensive, I cooked almost every day and my passion was rekindled. Even after getting a job in the Department for Correctional Services, I made it a point to cook for my family because my kids enjoyed my cooking.

Our circle of friends widened and we had more gatherings. Many praised my cooking and my wife encouraged me to apply for Masterchef. It took me three years to believe in myself, and I finally did apply in 2017 – the rest is history.

Now I am taking a very exciting next step in my life, as I bring a new angle to my passion for food and cooking, with a focus on the food of my ancestral home.

COLES, David

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ISBN 978-1-922722-88-1
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Australian Military Aircraft

Australia began developing military aviation less than 10 years after the Wright Brothers made their first successful powered flight and just 3 years after the first Heavier-than-air military forces were created in the USA and France. With such a long history of military aviation, the three arms of the Australian military have operated a large number of aircraft types, firstly by the Army (1914), then by the Royal Australian Navy (1915) and then by the RAAF, an entity that was established in 1921 expressly for the purpose of operating in the ‘third dimension’.

 

This book has been written as a guide to the large and varied collection of aircraft types that have been operated by, and for, all three services. Some of these aircraft, such as the Supermarine Spitfire, will be very well known to most of the public, but throughout the more than 106 years of Australian military aviation there have been a large number of types that will not be familiar. With descriptions for over 300 aircraft types, illustrated by over 350 photos, the reader will gain an appreciation of the aircraft that have served Australia from the first flight of the Bristol Boxkite in March 1914 through to the latest projects being undertaken by the Australian Defence Forces.

About the Author

With a lifetime interest in both aviation and history, Warrant Officer David Coles is a 37-year veteran of the Royal Australian Air Force and continues to serve as a reservist with the RAAF. Trained as an aircraft avionics technician, the author has worked on Lockheed P-3 Orion Maritime Patrol aircraft and the McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 (Classic) Hornet as well as being trained as an accident investigator. He also spent three years as an instructor, teaching Air Power Doctrine and history at the RAAF Air Power Development Centre.

 
 

WILKIN, Carol

ISBN 978-1-922890-00-9
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Shimmer

Tragedy. Murder. Family.

SET IN A SMALL YORKSHIRE VILLAGE, ONE FAMILY HAS SUFFERED TRAGEDY MORE THAN ONCE WITH MURDER, SUICIDE AND ONE BELOVED SON DISAPPEARING WITHOUT A TRACE.

When a young girl is brutally murdered in Bluebell Woods, the perpetrator is never found. Twelve years later in the same small Yorkshire village, a man and a woman disappear from the same path in the woods. Another twelve years pass.

It is 1952 and seven-year-old Alice Waterhouse starts having dreams and visions, much the same as her namesake and Granny has done all her life. But young Alice claims to talk to people who have passed away. Can she persuade her parents that she knows what happened all those years ago? Will she be able to stop another impending horror tearing the village apart?

HUXTABLE, Warren Henry

ISBN 978-1-922890-18-4
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Itchy Feet

Warren Henry Huxtable’s stories & travels across the Australian landscape

Warren Henry Huxtable was born on the 8th of October 1937 in Mallala, South Australia. This book is published that he may forever be remembered.

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About the Author

Written by Brian Jackson

Warren Henry Huxtable was born on the 8th of October 1937 in Mallala, South Australia. He died, in my arms, on the 27th of January 2021 in the South Coast District Hospital, Victor Harbor, South Australia.

He had little schooling, as he was afflicted with Polio when he was 14 and diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS) when he was 15. Despite his lack of formal schooling he had a command of English and the ability to communicate. His diction was clear and he was able to command the attention of others when he spoke. His parents, two very caring and Warren Henry Huxtable loving people, spent many hours when he was afflicted with Polio massaging his limbs and helping with his breathing. As a result of his illness he had to wear leg braces, designed and made by his father. When he was diagnosed with MS he was forced to use a wheelchair. Many others, if they had encountered such disabling physical problems, would not have attempted to travel around Australia in a car towing a caravan, but he did. Following this, his first such trip, he travelled with a number of circuses, making many friends with the owners and performers. He maintained those friendships, until his death. Two functions were held for the many supporters that, together with his family, wanted to be included in his farewell.

This book is a record of that first trip (one of many) he embarked upon, to travel around Australia. On a subsequent tour to Queensland he met Lady (Phyllis) Cilento, from whom he received advice to take massive doses of vitamin C, Mega B and vitamin E. He followed her advice and was able to discard the wheelchair and walk, with the aid of sticks, supported by the leg braces. In his later years he was forced to use the wheelchair again, for walks, although he could manage with a stick when in the house. He never allowed the considerable pain he suffered all his life to interfere with his desire to follow his dreams.

In his last year, when he suffered, even more excruciating and debilitating pain, very few were made privy to his condition; he still greeted everyone with his wonderful smile. The last photograph of him, taken on the 30th of December 2020, one month before he passed away, shows him still beaming even though he only had less than a month to live.

He always dressed in country stylish shirts, RM Williams Trousers with a sharp pressed crease at the front and back, and high-topped leather boots. He was easily recognised, when out and about, by the Akubra or the country straw hat he habitually wore. He was never seen in public in anything that could be considered worn or work clothes. Neither he, nor I, would wear jeans outside of the garden.

I met Warren in a gay club and we were both instantly attracted to each other, spending 37 most wonderful years together, from September the 1st 1983 to his death.

Our tastes, in always being smartly turned out, were the same. We enjoyed putting shows together and we were responsible for producing a Christmas in June for many years. This was a full-on Christmas dinner complete with candles providing low light, red wine in 2-litre green jugs, white wine in green 1-litre flagons and 750 ml carafes. In Warren Henry Huxtable the early days, when we had around 45 people, he and I catered for the meal but as numbers grew we employed a caterer. I played the part of QE11, giving the Christmas message, while he was Prince Phillip, standing 2 paces behind. The last time we put on the show together the
numbers had swollen to 90 happy guests.

He was interested in leather work and I still have some of his artistic designs and the tools he used. He was the most extraordinary man of many talents, with a strong spirit countering his weakened body.

When we first met, Warren was the owner of a camper van so he would take off for the beach each weekend and also spend a few weeks each year in travel to local holiday places in South Australia. We used this van to drive to Brisbane for the World Expo staying in caravan parks. He loved the Australian outback, and his urge to travel never left him. Since we both enjoyed trains, we took to traveling by that means. There were 3 return trips on the Ghan, when it only went as far as Alice Springs, and then round trips to Perth where we stayed a couple of weeks before returning on the train to Adelaide via Sydney. In Sydney, we would sit in the coffee shop on Central Station, before boarding the train back to Adelaide. These trips were in Platinum where we would be looked after by the very caring and friendly staff. Our last train trip, on the Ghan, was a return to Darwin. It was a wonderful holiday although I found it a little too humid while he revelled in the heat. When Covid 19 stopped the Indian Pacific crossing the WA border we missed what would have been our last return journey to Perth.

We were lucky, when the law changed, to be able to wed on the 24th of February 2018. The wedding was attended by 80 of our closest friends with members of our families. The happy day was celebrated, with the ceremony and reception, held in the Goolwa Hotel.

While he was facing the end of his life I produced a video of him sharing some of his experiences, when he travelled with the circus. He was a true gentleman and although he writes, in this story of him swearing, he never uttered a swear word in all the time we spent together. He only once said he did not like someone, and that was because I was threatened with physical violence, by an oaf, together with the oafs’ unpleasant wife backed up by another woman. It was this woman he told that she was not welcome at his table, when she asked why, he replied because he did not like her.

Warren Henry Huxtable He was admitted to the Palliative Care Unit in the South Coast Hospital for the last 10 days of his life. This was when Covid 19 had closed off the means of visiting so I was fortunate to have been provided a bed in the same room as he. His care there was intense and the staff were some of the most caring and generous people I have ever known. He was loyal to his friends, a loving uncle to his niece and nephew and my soulmate. I will always be indebted to him for his love, his loyalty and his great kindness. This book is published, that he may forever be remembered.

O’CONNOR, S E

ISBN 978-1-922890-45-0
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The Ancestral Ring of Hope

A high price for freedom in war torn Hungary

Inspired by true events.

István was a young man when the Iron Curtain blanketed Eastern Europe after the Second World War, vandalising the fabric of Hungarian society. Tortured for criticising the tyranny suffered under Communism, he conspires with likeminded rebels to retaliate and regain their liberty. But the Soviet masters are uncompromising. During twelve days in late 1956, the full might of Russia is unleashed, crushing the revolution. István’s fate is sealed. Fleeing reprisal and certain death is vital for he and his beautiful and beloved wife Natália. The Captain of Gyor Police Headquarters, Viktor Molnár, has other plans, thwarting and executing fugitives. Obsessed with Natália—his new elusive prize—Viktor stops at nothing to attain her.

The Ancestral Ring of Hope is a compelling story of love, grief, courage, and a resolute quest for freedom. Parallels between this novel and the horror unfolding in Ukraine at the hands of Russia’s dictator proves history does repeat. It’s a timely reminder of the fragility of peace and democracy and how easily they can be shattered by tyrants seeking power.

About the Author

Suzi O’Connor was born in Wollongong on the south coast of New South Wales to immigrant parents who fled Hungary after the failed revolution of 1956. This is Suzi’s debut novel, a work inspired by her mother, Katalin, and her deceased father, Fülöp. She lives with her husband, Allan, in Adelaide, South Australia.