Keeping memory

Hi, I’m Moana.

I wasn’t ready for my father, Greg Kidd to pass away in December 2025, so I’m finding out who he was through his items, photos and writing.

• War and Family
  Poppa never spoke to his children about the war. But sometimes he spoke to me. I’ve written about it before, the feeling that my Asian heritage didn’t stop him from… Read more: War and Family
• Photo
• The Farm, Glenrowan, Victoria(November 2002)
  Around me are the 25 hectares my brother Philip and I bought three and a half years ago for the development of a yabby farm. At the time, the lot… Read more: The Farm, Glenrowan, Victoria(November 2002)
• Among friends
  On being seen: I remember Dad hated when people would stare at us when we went out into the city. I was painfully shy, I would stand next to him… Read more: Among friends
• Tools of the trade
  “Episode 10Beyond Basket Weaving(1965) The Occupational Therapy Department occupied the ground floor of a forbidding building further up the hill on which S7 stood. The hill was so steep that… Read more: Tools of the trade
• Hard Rain
  “Radio waves One evening at a pub I met Jim Shields, the 4VL radio technician. We had many common beliefs and interests, not the least being our shared awareness of… Read more: Hard Rain
• Any given Sunday
  On Sunday I would visit Dad. Now there is no Dad in reservoir. Not even an echo. I despair but I cannot fall into despair, because Greg Kidd lived against… Read more: Any given Sunday
• Thailand
  Dad always wanted to travel Asia, writing: “Another year. Most of my time in 1969 was split between doing Mr Wisdom’s Whopper crossword puzzles in The Australasian Post and reading… Read more: Thailand
• Celebrating the music of
  Nine weeks ago Dad and I went to see the MSO celebrating the music of Billy Joel. It was a pretty normal sort of situation except Dads carer pulled out… Read more: Celebrating the music of
• Back Through Time
  I’m going to take my father to Queensland as his final resting place. I think I should go to Charleville. The Charleville-Cunnamulla Road, south-west Queensland(From my Fathers writings, 4 May… Read more: Back Through Time
• Bureaucratic oath
  For all my father raged against bureaucracy, it was his second language. Without that skill, the capacity to translate the words of organisational power, I would not have been Greg’s… Read more: Bureaucratic oath
• Difficulter and difficulter
  It’s hard to allow oneself to be too mired in self-focused sadness when your father suffered harder and did far more. I found Greg’s school certificate issued in 1966. At… Read more: Difficulter and difficulter
• Beyond the veil
  I don’t know how to write today. I needed my own reminder. I considered skipping it altogether until an email from dads OT came through: “…just recently Greg was the… Read more: Beyond the veil
• Leonard Cohen
  Discovering my father’s music. When Dad turned 70, he sent me a list of the music he wanted playing: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLobz8Ajn15HTVAwiTo2TEXabJQrNz-6Gd&si=iGuFAkqHHgV2YPcH I don’t think I really listened to Leonard Cohen before… Read more: Leonard Cohen
• On documenting a life
  I knew, for my adult life at least, that my father was documenting his life. He said it was in part for me, but there was definitely a drive to… Read more: On documenting a life
• Dreams
  I had a dream that I was at Fairfield’s Yarra Bend Park today and Dad was there. Not passed away, zooming around in his wheelchair. There was something about a… Read more: Dreams
• Empty
  The final items were taken from my father’s house today. The rooms are empty, echoing on their hollowness. Right before the last truck came, a neighbour walked up. Jim from… Read more: Empty
• Agendas and extenders
  Uncovering the hidden gems in Dad’s belongings: a vintage news reel from 1965 Australia reveals a pivotal moment in Greg Kidd’s journey.
• Leaving home
  “On 20 December (2004), Lorraine from Yarra Community Housing (YCH) delivered the Keon Park house keys, the remote-controlled front door keypad code, the carport roller door remote and the news… Read more: Leaving home
• Remembering Greg
  It was as I prepared Greg’s eulogy that I realised of all the information in his draft autobiography, all the material gathered, all the newsletters edited, almost none of it… Read more: Remembering Greg