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Tom Price: Gossip from an Australian Outback Mining Town
Tom Price: Gossip from an Australian Outback Mining Town
Tom Price: Gossip from an Australian Outback Mining Town
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Tom Price: Gossip from an Australian Outback Mining Town

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The plot of the story is amusing.
The dialogue is realistic.
The plot is strategically peppered with explanations of the geographical, geological, socio-economic reality, ethnic composition of the population, socio-political situation of the times, the exciting sexual life of the young couples and the explanations of the technology and workings of the mine within the narrative.
The author describes in minute and vivid details her encounters with the local fauna and includes descriptions of the local flora.
Some photos have been included to illustrate and authenticate the autobiographical work.
The authors perceptions of her relationship with the heroine of the story are a faithful description of her character and vicissitudes.
Furthermore, the author has attempted to render the realities of the mining town life, ethos and features tangible to the readers mind.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris US
Release dateFeb 16, 2010
ISBN9781462831487
Tom Price: Gossip from an Australian Outback Mining Town
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Viviana Vivienne Croccolo-Huwald

The Author, Viviana Huwald, has a cosmopolitan background. She has found the north west of Western Australia a land of discovery in both ways as landscape and as the cultural mix of its inhabitants. She is a Post-Graduate Retired Secondary Teacher and has spent the time writing to portray through her eyes and speculative mind what she has experienced in the never-never of the Australian Continent. Viviana Huwald with her son and husband went back for another period in the iron ore mining town of Tom Price thus a sequel may follow this introductory book.

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    Tom Price - Viviana Vivienne Croccolo-Huwald

    Contents

    FOREWORD

    PREFACE

    CHAPTER 1

    CHAPTER 2

    CHAPTER 3

    CHAPTER 4

    CHAPTER 5

    CHAPTER 6

    CHAPTER 7

    CHAPTER 8

    CHAPTER 9

    CHAPTER 10

    CHAPTER 11

    FOREWORD

    The plot of the story is amusing.

    The dialogue is realistic.

    The plot is strategically peppered with explanations of the geographical, geological, socio-economic reality, ethnic composition of the population, socio-political situation of the times, the exciting sexual life of the young couples and the explanations of the technology and workings of the mine within the narrative.

    The author describes in minute and vivid details her encounters with the local fauna and includes descriptions of the local flora.

    Some photos have been included to illustrate and authenticate the autobiographical work.

    The author’s perceptions of her relationship with the heroine of the story are a faithful description of her character and vicissitudes.

    Furthermore, the author has attempted to render the realities of the mining town life, ethos and features tangible to the reader’s mind.

    PREFACE

    Before migrating to Melbourne in 1959, I had spent many of my formative years in the following cities: Alexandria, Egypt, where we inhabited the fashionable suburb of Ismahil and enjoyed the perfect climate of the southern Mediterranean Sea. We dwelled in the beautiful city of Naples on the Tyrrhenian coast of Italy. There in the prestigious suburb of Vomero we had a comfortable apartment with commanding views of the Golfo di Napoli adorned by its three famous islands Ischia, Capri and Procida. We could also see from the hill of Mergellina to the other side of the gulf where the active volcano, Vesuvio, could erupt at any time. We inhabited the delightful city of Trieste. Trieste is an international city port of the North East of Italy on the Adriatic Sea where we lived in a suburb called Scorcola, the half villa we rented was nestled on top of the surrounding hills. The panorama was magnificent, with frequent breathtaking sunsets in the gulf below us; my family resided in Lausanne, Switzerland. There my father, my mother my sister and I lived in a Swiss Cottage by the shore of the Lac Lėman (the Geneva Lake)—from the balcony of the cottage, we could admire the lake and the Alps tipped with perennial snow. The reflection of the majestic Alps when on serene days the sun would lit their pinnacles with the fiery red of the setting sun would offer a double vision of unimaginable beauty. Palermo, the capital of Sicily where our quarters were in the very heart of the city and the location called I Quattro Canti (The Four Corners), Palermo’s geographical location is that of a city port in the North West of the Mediterranean largest island. When we lived in Palermo, we frequented Cefalú. To reach Cefalú we would have to travel about twenty kilometers along the coast eastwards to enjoy the tourist village, which belonged to the Club Mediterranée vacation facilities, which peppered the Mediterranean Sea. We were attracted there by the then budding singer and songwriter, Domenico Modugno, whose song Volare propelled him to stardom. Domenico Modugno entertained the tourists and us with his guitar and his rich repertoire of Italian and Sicilian songs.

    In all the above cities, I used to promenade in their fashionable streets, with family and friends. The cities had many cafés, cinemas and a variety of cultural and historic localities. The cultural mannerism of promenading up and down, particularly where there were chairs and tables on the footpaths, was a deliberate way of showing off one’s elegant attire and one expected to be looked at and admired and in turn one would look back at the persons who scrutinized you from head to foot, smiling and giving prolonged eye contact. This aspect of city life in Europe delighted me.

    In Lausanne, for example the favorite promenading place was Ouchy, which was almost in the center of the city and bordered the le Lac Léman—the Geneva Lake.

    When I came to Melbourne, in the early sixties of the last century, I found Melbourne to be a retrograde city with poor street signs, mean lighting at night and desolate after the closure of pubs, which was obligatory at six pm.

    The atmosphere of Melbourne, then, for me, seemed like one of a cemetery.

    During the day and in the evenings walking in the streets of Melbourne there was an absolute absence of outdoors cafés and men did not acknowledge the pretty looks of women, but seemed to give suspicious side glances. I then sensed the xenophobic streak of shopkeepers and that was part of the local population attitude towards foreigners.

    Despite the depressive state of mind I was experiencing owing to the culture shock, I forged myself a career as a top Language Coach at a leading Melbourne College.

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    The author coaching two members of parliament.

    The following article will authenticate the date and newspaper the article appeared on the Melbourne daily ‘The Herald’

    At the college, I met a tall, handsome young German, fell in love, fell pregnant and lost my freedom because I had to get married.

    When the baby was thirteen months old Edmund, my husband, the baby and I went to live in Mount Tom Price to further Edmund’s career as a drafter. To land in the Pilbara region was for me as though I had gone to live on another planet. The region of the North West of Western Australia is stark, suffocatingly hot and its rusty, extremely fine dust penetrated and stained everything. My wardrobe had many elegant white dresses, which to my dismay turned into a rusty red color whenever I wore white attire.

    I had never experienced what it was like living in a rural setting (except as a child during the war when we went to hide in a small village at the feet of the Alps near Alexandria in Piedmont) let alone in a region like the North West of Western Australia. Besides, when I had to establish myself in Mount Tom Price the town was just a budding mining town. The three very short existing streets were not sealed, had no street lighting and obviously there were no shops and no facilities of any kind. It was like living in the never-never.

    The township, however, grew extremely fast during the three years I resided there.

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    CHAPTER 1

    LEONE’S PRIDE

    Leone in my mother’s tongue means male lion. Great was my surprise when I met a girl, or rather a woman, as she was the mother of four boys, whose name was Leone.

    My next surprise was to notice that she had neither a lioness’ features nor disposition. On the contrary, her countenance was that of a fat, two-legged bovine endowed with green eyes and a Madonna-like, freckled face. Her nature was meek and mild and she had a most becoming lisp.

    However, her four son’s large, mane-less heads hinted at what one could call two-legged, bold lion cubs. Like young cubs, they lived all their waking hours free to roam, not the plains of Africa, but the iron-ore rich, Spinifex ridden wilderness of the surrounding desertic area.

    Spinifex are Australian grasses which form dense, almost impassable growths and have stiff, long, sharp-pointed leaves which grow in all directions and are

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