ABSTRACT
New country – now our next need was indeed accommodation. Our first month was spent initially in a bleak motel on a main highway adjacent to a huge new shopping development under construction, paid for by Monash. There, we had our second wedding anniversary, and Judy celebrated by vomiting (she didn’t know she was pregnant, something which of course had explained her unexpected nausea while crossing the Tasman on our old liner). She also cried, in response to Australia’s heat, dust and apparently American lifestyle, after the relaxed New Zealand country-town living. Then we moved to the university flats reserved for new appointees and family, and became friends with our neighbours, a friendship which has lasted until today, as we all age together.
