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April 1, 2009
The first time I ever heard of Australia was as a boy in 1968. A long-time pen friend of my mother’s came to stay with us. They’d written to each other since they’d been teenagers but this was the first time they’d actually met. I was told she came from Australia, a country far away where people walked upside down. She was introduced to me as Auntie Mercy. Although I don’t recall a great deal about her I do remember her accent. I’d never heard anything like it. I’d sit transfixed listening to her, trying to mentally mimic the sound.