Jenny and I bore a son; we named him Robert Scott. We were so happy for this gift and to this day I am yet to meet him as a full, grown man. This is he as a young boy, full of fun and cheek with a mischievious grin on his face.
Below Robert Scott as an adolescent. I am so looking forward to the day we meet. I expect you are very much an honourable, young man with children of your own and live a life full of great prospects.
Family has always been very important to me and I would like to share with you my readers and friends, some of the hightlights of my life that I hold dear to my heart.
Mum (June) and Dad (Authur) standing in front of the family car. I think it was a Humber, Vogue; a very fashionable car to drive in those days.
Mum has always enjoyed a great laugh and of course, playing the guitar. Musical interests, artistic pursuits...yep - just loved having fun! I guess that's where my brothers and I get our talent. :)
Mum standing on deck the Pacific Sky, waiting to set sail on our family holiday adventure - an ocean cruise with my sister, her husband and I. It was something we all wanted to do together as a family; sort of a reward whereby my mother could finally retire from being a swimming teacher, at the ripe old age of 75.
Here you see mum and I enjoying a photographic moment; behind me, but not fully visible is my sister, Lynette.
I have lived with mum since 1982. She took me in when I was at my lowest, darkest days - suffering from post-traumatic syndrome disorder – PTSD when it started to unravel my personality. I always knew the reasons as to why it was happening, but I will leave that explanation for another day.
Living in Toowoomba at the time, I took it upon myself to do up the family home – a small, camphor wood cottage that mum and Bill (my step father) owned. Both had sacrificed so much in their lives - to raise our family, to put a solid roof over our heads so that we could want for nothing. I thought it was only fitting that they should sell their home for a worthy profit, so they could finally rest and use the money to enjoy themselves.
The star earrings you see mum wearing in the photograph, are those I bought for her special night out at the live theatre show, on-board the cruise. This was my first trip with family and was just one of those golden moments that was so relaxing. Enjoying the moment with my wonderful sister Lynette and my great, brother in-law – Eddie, it was an occasion to treasure.
The uniform we wear is about our camaraderie,
as for the medals they are about a soldier's sacrifices.
It illustrates that honourable men gave up their yesterdays for our tomorrows.
"Lest we forget"
I am a Guardian of my own truth;
my name is: R.L. Tucker Army Number (279-1379) O.M.T. ISA: 41.11.13