'As an eleven-year-old cherub, I remember the 1967 Referendum well and the lead-up to it. If I had to make another toffee or lamington for the numerous fundraising drives, I was sure I'd puke. Similarly, the standing on street corners handing out badges and pamphlets, the barbeques, the dances and the talks that my dearest and committed mother would 'drag' us around to were all in the week's agenda.' (Publication abstract)