The cutting above, from the
Toowoomba Chronicle was sent by an occasional reader. I knew Essex Tait, quite well -- long-time dated his younger daughter. He was a bomber navigator over Italy in WW2. We used to have wonderful talks and disputations over the dinner table back in the 70s. Then we parted company,
en tout, and he died a decade ago.
I never knew that he was the father of this Carnival of Flowers. Now 70+ years old. Like me. What a lovely legacy. If we could all have such a one, we'd be rightly proud.
Respectus Essex
