by Warren Nunn
How a sporting event brought people together In the era before modern transport and communication, local events such as dances and picnic race days were often the highlight of the year for rural communities. My maternal grandfather, Alex Dobbs, grew up in a small...
by Warren Nunn
When I first went to Suffolk, England, in 1998, I met a distant cousin named Percy Nunn. I was just starting to trace my Suffolk connections and, when I reached Chevington and started asking after anyone with the Nunn surname, I was directed to Percy’s place in...
by Warren Nunn
There is no way to describe this situation other than creepy. It’s the uncomfortable account of an older man who pursued a vulnerable young girl. That young girl was Rosemary Violet Nunn, my fourth half cousin, once removed as well as my sixth cousin, once...
by Warren Nunn
In reflecting on growing-up years, it’s worth remembering those who influenced you and what they did and said that had a long-lasting effect. My Pop was the grandparent who touched my life in a real, tangible way. He was patient with a wilful, impetuous,...
by Warren Nunn
Robert John Silver (1927-2016) was the son of my grandmother’s brother John, or Uncle Jack, as he was known. Rob fondly remembers his growing-up years and summer holiday visits to Boolburra with his parents and sisters Jean and Peg. Following are Rob...
