y separately published work icon Doorways : A Year of the Cumberdeen Diaries selected work   prose  
Issue Details: First known date: 1989... 1989 Doorways : A Year of the Cumberdeen Diaries
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Contents

* Contents derived from the North Ryde, Ryde - Gladesville - Hunters Hill area, Northwest Sydney, Sydney, New South Wales,:Angus and Robertson , 1989 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
There are Equally Lovable Places to Live, But None Better, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 5-8)
Townsmen have No Idea of the Authority of the Weather. It Overseas Our Lives..., Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 9-11)
We Cut...Anything that Will Bend the Flames and Vary the Pattern, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 12-15)
...So Different a Land it was More a New Planet Than a New Continent, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 16-19)
But Always our Visitors Hope to See Animals, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 21-23)
All That is Left of the House are the Ironbark Blocks it Stood On, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 24-26)
The Abattoir is Especially Grim in the Early Morning, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 27-29)
It is Superior Stock, the Product of Our Paddocks. We Grew It, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 30-32)
Flocks of these Birds Dance in Graceful Patterns..., Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 33-36)
They Like to Have their Saws Screaming by First Light, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 37-40)
One Savours Sweet Air and a Memory of Rich Wine, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 41-44)
Letting the Grass Grow Solves the Problem..., Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 45-47)
Their Job is Much More Exacting than That of a Doctor, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 51-54)
...We Head Roughly North to Find Unknown Wonders, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 55-56)
The Aborigines, too, Treated the Trees with Special Care, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 57-58)
You're Booming in Here Right Now. You're Pushing Just on Seven, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 59-61)
We Breakfasted on Pawpaw and Pineapple Ripened Deliciously on the Plants, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 63-64)
But Mostly the City is Pleasantly New and Pleasantly Old..., Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 65-68)
In Many Places the Canopy Closed Overhead and We Drove Through Green Tunnels, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 69-71)
We Pushed our Four-Wheel Drives to the Limit, then We Got Out and Pushed Ourselves, Eric Rolls , single work prose (p. 72-75)
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