WHEN our perceptions of the way things are go unchallenged for a long period of time, that time has a way of warping the obvious into a complex question.
We see the same man walking down the street of our small hometown so often, frequenting the same bar stool at our local pub, and passing us by with a friendly hello that we never question he had any other life other than the one we witness them living now.
They are a part of the patchwork of the town so much so that no one ever suspects they chose this place to make their home, no one questions where they came from because haven’t they always lived here?
Out west in Richmond, this could be said of Max Carter.
Apart from the old-timers who have similarly made Richmond their home for decades, many would assume Max Carter was born and raised in Richmond.
But, he wasn’t.
Max Carter was an orphan raised in Sydney’s Newtown area. When he completed his secondary education at age 16, he began work in an iron factory.
He would eventually end up in Richmond in the mid-1960s – the place where he found not only a home but family.
Read Max Carter’s story in the December 12 edition of the North Queensland Register.
