Welcome to the Central Coast Writes Anthology 2022, a collection of personal stories written and illustrated by local residents.
These stories share a deep connection to place and they tell us more about who we are on the Central Coast. The writers engaged their emotions and all of their senses to create vivid, moving accounts from the heart of our community.
Here you’ll find true stories told with honesty and creative flair about love, loss, heroism, challenges, and those tender moments that last a lifetime.
Seeing the care and attention that the talented illustrators have brought to the stories is heart-warming and demonstrates the power of creative collaboration.
To all those who dared to create, remember and record: It has been an honour to guide you in this experience and a joy to edit your words. Let’s do it all again next year!
- Adrienne Ferreira, Director of Central Coast Writes.
Finding Equilibrium
“My father had a gap between his front teeth that was filled with his grandmother’s gold.” Family stories are funny... They take on a truth beyond themselves.
What is a Community?
At first I thought a community was just a place, an area where you lived. It wasn’t until I had my own home and family that I began to realise what it meant to belong to a community.
Let’s Hear It For Mondays!
The hard slog was over and ahead was a summer of lazing on Maroubra Beach with my mates. The Leaving Certificate was behind us. It was November, 1956.
The Wrong Order
After weeks of endless rain, the storm clouds relented. Enforced indoor-living, a reflection of our months of isolation, left me eager to be once more in the great outdoors.
My Caesarean Journey
I knew my OB was right, but I felt so disappointed, and scared of having the surgery. Also, I wondered how well the baby would bond with me. I was already feeling like a bad mother.
Providence or Pure Chance
Commos, we called them. Ruskies, under every bed, everywhere! At least that’s what we were told.
Unsolicited Advice
When I turned forty, I thought that I had gained some peculiar wisdom, especially through so many diverse experiences I’d acquired while adapting to a new culture in Australia.
Now You See Me...
It all began when we decided to downsize and sell our old house. We thought the sooner we found a nice new place, the better.
Seeing
Although Berta could not see with her eyes, she could see with her hands. But most importantly, she saw with her heart.
A Calming of the Storms — Thank God!
The sun began to rise, striking the ocean; the view was stunning. As we walked along the quiet beach, we both dipped our feet in the water…
Dressing Up
Boys wear denim creased with sweat and dirt. Starched, crisp shirts when they grow into men with responsibilities. But what of velvet and satin?