After a 2 hr drive south i arrive to the Oaks flats bowling club to meet with my cousin JAmes and his dad, my uncle Raymond. I have met my uncle other then when i was a small child and this was only the second time jihad caught up with james.
It was a strange yet familiar experience spending time with my direct but distant family. We started out having a beer at the bowls club, Uncle Ray being some sort of local champion before moving on to his place soon to be followed by more beers.
We spent most of the sunday telling stories about my dad and trying to track him down by contacting all of the brothers and sisters. It seems that the Chesher family has a small issue when it comes to keeping the family close. My father the master of them all somehow managing to keep him self uncontactable to the entire family for the best part of 25 years. I do believe that I was probably the last to see him at a caravan park in griffth when i was 5.
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