I HAVEN’T BEEN TO Gladstone since I was about 11, one of four kids crammed in the back of a VW kombi van. My dad, an English subject master, encouraged us to make up a sing-song of the place names as we bounced along the Bruce Highway to Brisbane/Meanjin. It was both a game and geography lesson.
Rockhampton, Marlborough, St Laurence too Carmila, Clairview, skies so blue Gladstone, Miram Vale, the sun breaks through Gin Gin and Bundaberg we’re coming for you
The staccato tune has stayed with me ever since. And returning to Gladstone, Traditional Lands of the Bailai, Gurang, Gooreng Gooreng and Taribelang Bunda peoples, after all these years made me nostalgic for those carefree east coast road trips of my childhood.
Gladdie, as the town is affectionately…
