Story List and Biography
For Karen Treanor
The Eleven Dollar Dog
Wee Cowering Sleekit Timorous Bahstid 
The Magic Stove
Time Travel
Stalked By Spiders
I Left My Heart (and my Minolta SLR) 
On The Avenida De Republica
A Day At The Beach
What Did You Do In The War, Granny?
Besieged By Bandicoots
A Tree In Mundaring
Travelling Hopefully
We Went to the Dogs
Harley in the Hospital
Dispatches from the Trenches
The Iceman Doesn't Stop Here Anymore
Notes From A Leftie
Poor Emily
The Elephant Child Arrives
Green Cheese
The Trip of a Lifetime
Never Too Old
Five Men and a Little Laser
Pestered By Parrots
Our Garden Goes To Pot
A Lucky Day
Well Bred Bread
Ravin' Mad
The Last (And First) Time I Saw Paris
The Wallaby Wars
The Little Red Schoolhouse
"Ici on parle siSwati"
A New Fire
The Great Bat Hunt
A Day at the Game Park
A Scorpion's Tale
A Kodak Moment or Two
Thoughts on a Holiday
Adventures in Parenting
A Reply to Pilate
Love in a Covid Climate
Past The Use By Date
The Autumn Plague (excerpt from the book)
The Box
". . . and a Happy New Year"
Everything;s Just Ducky At Our Place


In 1970 we joined the Peace Corps and spent most of the 70's in southern Africa. You can read about that adventure in "The Magic Stove" and other stories on the site.

One of two things happen to Peace Corps Volunteers: they go 'home' and settle down and now and then look at old colour slides and smile--or they realise that home isn't home any more, feel foreign in their own land, and seek someplace else.

In 1978 we realised change was coming to Southern Africa (I still get homesick for Swaziland and Lesotho now and then, but less so since we settled in Tassie), and that we had to face facts and grow up and be responsible parents to our three children. We could not put down any more roots into a place that could become unstable and dangerous. The headmistress of the children's school was a 5th generation West Australian who recommended Perth as a place with great weather, nice people, and career opportunities. It was, but not quite as expected--there was a period of church mousery before we got settled and moving forward.

In 2012 I had some major health scares that made me consider mortality. In 2013 I went to visit my son in New Zealand (another long story) , taking the twin granddaughters with me. We were entranced by the lush greenery and great scenery and I returned to hot dry Western Australia somewhat less than content. 

In January 2014 the Perth Hills experienced another huge fire; friends were burnt out and only a west wind stood between our house on a dead-end road and a similar fate. In April 2014 Gene and I took the first holiday we'd had in decades and came to Tasmania for a week. Bliss! We went home to W.A. and I said "I don't know where you're spending next summer, but I'm not spending it here." We realised that for a decade we'd been talking about upping stakes and going somewhere cooler, perhaps the deep south of Western Australia, but inertia had held us back. "We haven't had an adventure for a long time," I said.

Gene worked like a Trojan fixing up our house, it went on the market in June, sold in July, our car and truck were on a car carrier in August and we were on a plane to Tasmania on 3 September.


New England born Karen Treanor lived in the hills above Perth, Western Australia, for many years, where she shared a home in the woods with her husband, two cats, eight bandicoots, assorted brush-tailed possums, lizards, and an occasional kangaroo. She has contributed stories about her adventures with the various wildlife there to Storyhouse.

She is the proprietor and entire staff of a small publishing company, Quenda Books, which printed its first children's book, "Scoot,Scoot, Bandicoot" in 2004.   Karen reports, "After the success of the first one, I did another four books in the series: “The Big Red Bucket” “Pounce’s Special Friend” “Bounce’s Sore Tummy” and “Where’s Our Dad?”  I also put into print five mystery novels which had been published as E-books by several of the early e-publishers.  Getting braver, I began accepting books from other people and have published “Zora’s Kitchen” and “Animalimericks”.  One of the best sellers is “A Tree in Mundaring” which is a collection of real-life short stories about the wildlife in my yard, including several chapters that appeared in Storyhouse.  Given the outgo in printing bills and artist’s fees, the company has yet to make anything resembling a profit, but most years it breaks even.”

Karen, her husband and the two cats, recently packed up their lives and moved across Australia to the small island state of Tasmania, having decided that they’d had about as much of hot weather as they need for the time being.  “It’s been quite an adventure moving from the biggest, richest, driest state to the smallest, greenest, poorest one, but we have met some marvelous people and are enjoying the cooler climate,” she says.  She’s already met an echidna, five wallabies, and a pair of eagles on her new property; we expect some new stories to issue from her keyboard soon.

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