Thanks Raisin. I guess I have given the impression he was just a country boy and in essence he was.
I think I forgot to mention what really drove his life: a love of books and knowledge, and learning new skills. He devoured books. Not those "made up ones" science, medicine, astromony (he could navigate by the sun and stars not through courses but because he spent most of his life outdoors under the stars), biographies, art, world history, the wars, gods.. the list is endless... the only fiction he allowed was poetry (mainly Australian poets). He didnt understand people who asked "What is the meaning of life?" because he thought it was obvious. The meaning of life is to learn, the pursuit of knowledge so that you might further yourself and contribute.
He had the most beautiful copperplate writing. The owners of the big stations and some of the older businesses would hire him to copy their yearly records into the original leather ledgers and books that had been kept since they had been founded, or into the family bibles that had been in their families for generations. Pretty neat hey.
Just keep swimming... just keep swimming.. just keep swimming....