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97 While I was passing the collection plate at St Gregory’s, Doncaster, a lady put in one hundred dollars. I thought that she was very kind and must be reading my mind. She quickly took back the one hundred dollars and replaced it with ten dollars. When I started to merchandise bananas, Coffs Harbour was at that time the best growing area. On my first trip to recruit growers, I was told to go to the Catholic Club, because most of the growers go there to drink. So, on Sunday after Mass, I introduced myself to the Priest and asked him where the Club was, as I thought that it was owned by the Church. His reply was unique. He just stretched out his arm and said “down there”, then walked away. I found out later that the Club has nothing to do with the Church. However, a few years later, I built a house in Coffs Harbour, and I invited him for dinner one night to bless the house. He accepted the invitation, and we had dinner and wine. Afterwards, I asked him if he would like to have a Scotch Whisky. His reply was “yes, please”, so I opened a full bottle and, by the time he went home, the bottle was almost empty. When I travelled to Far North Queensland to recruit banana growers, most of the time I stayed at a motel in Mission Beach. I discovered there was no Church in the area, but the Priest would come every Sunday to say Mass in the Mission Beach Hotel. That did not worry me, but the smell of beer was unpleasant! Fortunately, a few years later, a small Church was built, and all the denominations in the area held their own Service there. When I was a Wholesaler, the Religious Sisters came weekly to collect fresh produce for their Retirement Home. One morning, I did not see them come into the store. One of my buyers knew that, if he annoyed me enough, I would tell him where to go in a high voice. He did this, and I used unspeakable language to him. As I turned around, I saw the two Religious Sisters. Quickly and politely, I said “Good morning, Sisters, and welcome. How are you both?”. While the buyer was laughing, naturally they acted as if they had not heard me, but I will never forget my embarrassment.
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