Abstract
I was born on Kaurna land, in a western-suburbs public hospital named after the Queen. This was the very same place where, thirty-four years later, my beloved Nanna died.
‘You know, Nats,’ I recall her saying wistfully, ‘they said I looked a bit like the Queen of England when I was young.’
‘Well, maybe,’ I replied. ‘But you were browner and more beautiful, and I don’t reckon she could roast spuds or fry squid like you!’
‘You know, Nats,’ I recall her saying wistfully, ‘they said I looked a bit like the Queen of England when I was young.’
‘Well, maybe,’ I replied. ‘But you were browner and more beautiful, and I don’t reckon she could roast spuds or fry squid like you!’
| Original language | English |
|---|---|
| Pages (from-to) | 19-20 |
| Number of pages | 2 |
| Journal | Overland |
| Volume | 224 |
| Issue number | Spring |
| Publication status | Published - 2016 |
Keywords
- Hopeful futures
- Kaurna land
- Culture
- Heritage