Oh Frick, that’s so tragic. I’m glad at least you had each other, and your Mum (and she had you all). Drunk driver - the impact on her and 6 young lives! I hope he faced jail time.
Oh Frick, that’s so tragic. I’m glad at least you had each other, and your Mum (and she had you all). Drunk driver - the impact on her and 6 young lives! I hope he faced jail time.
I don't think he did any time. I should know this but he's been out of our minds for decades now, bearingin mind this happened 1971.
There were some payouts to some of us kids when we hit 18. I didn't get a payout of any sort as somehow I came out with just a few bruises.
These payouts were barely a few thousand dollars.
Mum got nothing as her sisters told her it was the wrong thing to do. She could have been paid a fortune and I suspect there was a large amount of jealously there, particularly from one of the sisters.
This is where it gets more tragic for mum.
She was the oldest of 3 girls, Australuan, who married 3 brothers from Italy. I guess it could only happen in a country town.
The 3 families bought a farm. Mum being the eldest had the most money and put up about 60% of the funds. The accident happens about 8 years later and the men in the other 2 families decide mum can't run her portion properly. I can still remember the way she was treated, run like a slave, culminating in an event one night where one of the brothers smashed our front door in and forced us to pack our bags and leave at shotgun point - quite literally at shotgun point. The irony of this i guess is that all of this in an indirect way let my life on a certain path in my mid teens, that culminated in the worst day in my life involving a shot gun, sawn off almost at the chamber.
So there we were from about 2am until morning standing on Balranald Rd till morning, mum crying because she didn't know where we were going. Word got to my grand parents of what was going on and we were picked up, and taken in until our house could be lifted off the farm and dropped on a block in town.
18 months later mum was with my step dad and we bought a farm east of Melbourne, with a guarantee from a great uncle. We lived on nothing, eating anything we could shoot and grow, which was better than the milk thistles in the time between the accident and moving .
Being the youngest of 5 brothers I got the handy down clothes last which meant a lot of teasing and a lot of fights.
I already knew how much punishment the human body could take from the beatings my uncles had been giving me, mainly because I kept crawling under the tractors and undoing the sump plugs. My brothers kept telling me to stop doing it, but I knew it was p!ssing my uncles off so that was all fine with me. I can remember one of them splitting his head open when I threw dust at his face as he tried to crawl under a grader I'd ran under after one of these sump plug incidents. I copped it good when he eventually got his hands on me.
He copped it good at a 50th birthday party when i was in my early 20's and he in his early 50's.
Mum has had a hard as hell life. Much harder than us kids as we probably didn't know any better and to be honest I look back fondly on the things we got up to, and pretty much all of my child hood. There are a lot of other people who'd have more tragic stories. The summer of 77 we had a bumper season and we went from being dirt poor to okay.
Mum hated me pursuing the boxing career, and moreso my time in the USA, particulary as at my age (nearly 16 when i first left). The success i was having over there was bitter sweet for her. If i failed i'd be back home. If i didn't then, who knew when i'd be back! Having got back after 2 years, i left gain after barely 8 weeks. When i told mum i was going again, she broke down something horrible. I hate myself for putting her through that. She kept telling me she sensed something bad was going to happen, and begged me not to go. I went, and something bad happened, and for some time there was a chance i wouldn't be able to return at all. As it turned out, the situation i got myself in cleared up and i was home around 13 mnoths after i left.
Until Covid, i took mum to every Richmond game in Melbourne. Watching the last game of 2016 i remember telling myself, "My God, we are going to have to rebuild again, and i'll never get the chance to take mum to see us win a flag, her having just turned 80.
12 months later, we're hugging at the G in tears after the Tigers pulled it off.
I loved sharing that moment with her, and love the club, players and coaches all the more for giving me that moment.