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When I was around eight years old, we moved out of my grandparents’ house to a little half-house in East Brunswick. We might as well
by Moshe Goldberg
25.3.1953 – 23.8.2020
In 2010, I was diagnosed with Kidney Cancer. I ended up in the hospital for around 5 weeks, having both minor and major surgeries. When I returned home, in order to take my mind off things, and also to generally ‘unload’, I started writing what I called my “Cancer Adventure”.
I wrote quite a lot, really getting into it, and at the time, I was quite impressed with myself, not having ever attempted this kind of creative expression before. But as the days and weeks and months rolled on, I began to notice that the writing style was really quite sophomoric, and the topic was a little monotone.
So, I spread my wings as it were, and started writing about topics that were of much greater interest to me and I daresay to my readers. I started writing about my experiences as a child of immigrants growing up in the inner suburbs of Melbourne. What it was like, what we ate, how we spent our time, how we interacted with our friends and family.
Gradually, I moved onto more about the history of inner suburban Melbourne, and finally, I started writing about one of my most ardent passions – sports. Particularly Australian Rules Football (AFL), and even more particularly, the Carlton Football Club – being a supporter, mixing with other supporters, talking about the old players, past games, and treasured memories.
I’ve had fun writing these little vignettes. I hope you enjoy reading them.
In 2010, I was diagnosed with Kidney Cancer. I ended up in the hospital for around 5 weeks, having both minor and major surgeries. When I returned home, in order to take my mind off things, and also to generally ‘unload’, I started writing what I called my “Cancer Adventure”.
I wrote quite a lot, really getting into it, and at the time, I was quite impressed with myself, not having ever attempted this kind of creative expression before. But as the days and weeks and months rolled on, I began to notice that the writing style was really quite sophomoric, and the topic was a little monotone.
So, I spread my wings as it were, and started writing about topics that were of much greater interest to me and I daresay to my readers. I started writing about my experiences as a child of immigrants growing up in the inner suburbs of Melbourne. What it was like, what we ate, how we spent our time, how we interacted with our friends and family.
Gradually, I moved onto more about the history of inner suburban Melbourne, and finally, I started writing about one of my most ardent passions – sports. Particularly Australian Rules Football (AFL), and even more particularly, the Carlton Football Club – being a supporter, mixing with other supporters, talking about the old players, past games, and treasured memories.
I’ve had fun writing these little vignettes. I hope you enjoy reading them.
When I was around eight years old, we moved out of my grandparents’ house to a little half-house in East Brunswick. We might as well
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Moshe Goldberg wrote mainly about the Jewish immigrant experience, Australian sports, and inner suburban Australian history.
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