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.
The Big Wet, 1990
I don’t know what Rusty loved more: Jack, his cockatoo, or the shiny Pontiac parked in the garage of his two storey riverfront house…
My Beach, 1955
It was the fourth day of my misery. My two sisters felt the same. Why had our parents done this to us?
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.
Mama
Her gait was steady, her posture erect; her bright red nails and lipstick little vanities that belied her age…
Old Relics
I was a parent helper on our primary school excursion to the Powerhouse Museum and knew very well these strange antiques that the children found so fascinating.
That Day!
…he said, ‘If you left the earth today it wouldn’t be a bad thing.” I just nodded my agreement. Now my life has changed forever!
Flying
When I was a little kid, I had the idea that I could fly if I flapped my arms really, really quickly. I believed that other people simply hadn’t flapped fast enough.
On Foreign Shores
…the beach inspector back home almost had a heart attack the day he arrived with his tape measure. Surely Club Med wasn’t as restrictive as 1970s Bondi Beach?
A Toowoon Bay Experience
I paddled out. The closer I came to the break, the larger it seemed. I was nervous as I positioned myself for a perfect take-off…