Hi, I am an Australian author who has had hands on experiences in most books I have written Bernado’s Circus is different. I was laid up for a long time with a very badly fractured leg some years ago. To pass the time I watched many documentaries on pay TV on World War 2 and the Nazi atrocities against many minority groups. I have a memory like an elephant. I never forget. Something to do with my Scottish heritage. We never forget who did us wrong, even after four hundred years. I worked part time in the opal industry and have met some very different characters Some of these people would steal the pennies off a dead man’s eyes. I am looking for a distributor for my books. I do have some very interesting stories with quite unique slants on many scenes and subjects. My titles are listed below and are available on Ingram and Amazon James

G’Day I am an Australian author, inventor, farmer, opal miner and property developer amongst other things. I have four books in my stable at present and am desperately looking for sales.

I was bought up on a farm on the Port Lincoln to Tumby Bay road and had my first schooling at the White River School, which was about a ten-child school. In grade six, I left the White River school and boarded at Prince Alfred College until year eight. I was bullied at PAC, as were a lot of other kids.So I returned to Port Lincoln High school and left after year ten.

I worked on the farm with my brother and two other workers until I could not put up with my father anymore, so I left Port Lincoln and went to Adelaide. I worked in Metro Meats for three months until I found a job in John Martins, where I was trained in the millinery trade. My mother wrote and assured me that my father had changed and pleaded for me to come home. I left a good Job in Johnnies and returned to port Lincoln at the age of seventeen > Leopards do not change their spots; my father was just the same.

I left again and went to live in Port Lincoln. I had a nice girlfriend whose father got me a job with his son-in-law in the plumbing trade. The guy had a bad car accident, and his business went into limbo while he recovered.
I then went to work in a quarry, using a drill to drill rock for blasting. This was backbreaking work, which did not bother me, but the extreme noise of the drilling did.I got to be hearing this excessive hammering noise in my ears when I was not working.

I left this job and worked for a shonky car salesman selling cars. I was not too happy about some deals this guy would do to people; with the help of my father, who was keen to get me out of the tax loophole partnership in the farm …we bought a small sheep station at Sheringa > I was married now My wife Glenys and I worked really hard to try and make ends meet on this small property.In the first year, wool prices dropped by half. We tried to crop some country, having to roll and pick rocks to do so.

The main problems in this area were Kangaroos, especially emus, who always had the first bite at the crop, with devastating.
We had three children in the nine years on this farm and really could never get ahead. One of the local Elliston men told me that there were a lot of signs in the ocean and on land that there was going to be a devastating drought. This really worried us as finances were really tough.

We sold the farm and bought a semi-developed farm at Koppio, near Port Lincoln. The farm ran about nine hundred sheep and cropped two hundred acres.

Over the next twenty years, we developed over seven hundred acres of good land and took the sheep numbers to two thousand two hundred and seven hundred acres of the crop each year.

We had nearly paid the farm off when Paul Bloody Keating became Prime Minister and gave us the recession we had to have. We had poured a lot of our income into developing the land.

I had built some sheds on the farm, Most single-handedly. I constructed the frame and put up all the timbers on a 100-foot by forty-foot shed and had accumulated a lot of steel and iron from demo sites. I had some friends help put the roof and walls upon this shed. I then set about building a hay shed and had a local lad helping, who had helped with the crop’s seeding. Robert was heavy into whoopie weed.He had a rough upbringing, and I felt sorry for him. I had a job to do drilling a hole on a beam. I would have had him lift me in the bucket of the front-end loader, but I did not trust his judgment because of the whoopie weed, so I climbed high on a ladder and asked him to hold the bottom. The ladder slipped, and I fell and shattered my lower leg.

I was sent to Adelaide by the Air Ambulance and had a frame built around my leg with screws through the bone;my ankle was welded together. The doctor was a hand doctor, so my foot pointed straight out of the bottom of my leg. My wife commented on the mistake; after that, the doctor said it would walk down in time. It did and left me crippled with a 35% bend in my leg.

We tried to run the farm with this problem for three years. I was in awful pain most of the time; It was too hard, So we sold out.

I bought a property in Port Lincoln and started to develop them. One was the King Street property with flats and offices, plus the Pizza store, the other was a huge property in Dublin street which we bought cheaply.

I bought a bulldozer and started mining at Coober Pedy on a part-time basis. This was successful, but the rock was so hard we would wreck the dozer I designed a new type of ripper boot to handle the hard rock. We patented this idea and started to work with Sandvik,a Swedish firm, to develop this idea.I was in an advisory position and spent a month every three months at Newcastle developing this idea. We were trying a lot of different ideas in our minds as well. I was offered a full-time job at Sandvic, but as we have a disabled Daughter in Port Lincoln, I declined.

The tungsten-tipped ripper boot project was almost ready to market when the Global Financial Crisis hit.Sandvik shut down nearly all Research and Development worldwide. Our project fell off the radar.

I had a deal with a Spanish tool-making firm to supply tools to a significant Australian business. I have a wad of emails promising us 5% on the deal. This would equate to about $100000 PA. We have not seen a cent, and the Canadian side of this firm will not pay. They also tried to copy some of our patents. So much for the words, trust me, and you will be pleasantly surprised at how much you will make out of this deal. I think that the word unpleasantly would cover the dealings with this man.

When I was laid up with a series of bolts through the bones of my leg,I had a vivid dream one night. It was like being at the movies. I wrote the plot and other details of this dream down, and then started to write a book in a long hand. I persevered and finally had the primary novel. The back half of the book was crap. I left a copy of the book with a movie producer in Adelaide, who commended me on the first part of this book and also agreed with my idea about the rest of the book. The book project has laid low for about eight years. I have tried to tinker with it, but still have not been satisfied. About three months ago, I got stuck into the book again, and finally, I liked what I had written. I checked on publishing houses and found a US publisher associated with Penguin Books. They had published quite a few books I had heard of. Xlibris tuned out to be a mob of thieves.

We have finally decided to get out of opal mining. Thanks to the GFC, the price of opal has dropped. Plus, we have not been able to drill up any significant opal to justify the expense of a bulldozer cut and have decided to sell our small dugout home at Coober Pedy. Glenys and I are in our mid to late sixties, and the work of walking behind the bulldozer all day turning large rocks over with a pick has been very difficult for her; plus, the dozen is getting past these activities also. We have sold the bulldozer. We were cleaning a load of junk out of the dugout and took it out to near our claim where we had been tipping our trash. As we were tossing the garbage down the sixty-foot shaft, I noticed that Glenys had her mining boots ready to drop. I protested that there was nothing wrong with the heavy safety boots, at which point she dropped them. She informed them that if there were going to be any more walking and turning rocks, it would not be her doing it.

Resume for James Calderwood

I was bought up on a farm on the Port Lincoln to Tumby Bay road and had my first schooling at the White River School, which was about a ten-child school. In grade six, I left the White River school and boarded at Prince Alfred College until year eight. I was bullied at PAC, as were a lot of other kids. So I returned to Port Lincoln High school and left after year ten.

I worked on the farm with my brother and two other workers until I could not put up with my father anymore, so I left Port Lincoln and went to Adelaide. I worked in Metro Meats for three months until I found a job in John Martins, where I was trained in the millinery trade. My mother wrote and assured me that my father had changed and pleaded for me to come home. I left a good Job in Johnnies and returned to port Lincoln at the age of seventeen > Leopards do not change their spots; my father was just the same.

I left again and went to live in Port Lincoln. I had a nice girlfriend whose father got me a job with his son-in-law in the plumbing trade. The guy had a bad car accident, and his business went into limbo while he recovered. I then went to work in a quarry using a drill to drill rock for blasting. This was backbreaking work, which did not bother me, but the extreme noise of the drilling did. I got to be hearing this excessive hammering noise in my ears when I was not working. I left this job and worked for a shonky car salesman selling cars. I was not too happy about some of the deals this guy would do to people; with the help of my father, who was keen to get me out of the tax loophole partnership in the farm ..we bought a small sheep station at Sheringa > I was married now My wife Glenys and I worked really hard to try and make ends meet on this small property.

In the first year, wool prices dropped by half. We tried to crop some of the country, having to roll and pick rocks to do so. The main problems in this area were Kangaroos, especially emus, who always had the first bite at the crop, with devastating. Effect. We had three children in the nine years on this farm and really could never get ahead. One of the local Elliston men told me that there were a lot of signs in the ocean and on land that there was going to be a devastating drought. This really worried us as finances were really tough.

We sold the farm and bought a semi-developed farm at Koppio, near Port Lincoln. The farm ran about nine hundred sheep and cropped two hundred acres. Over the next twenty years, we developed over seven hundred acres of good land and took the sheep numbers to two thousand two hundred and seven hundred acres of the crop each year. We had nearly paid the farm off when Paul Bloody Keating became Prime Minister and gave us the recession we had to have. We had poured a lot of our income into developing the land. I had built some sheds on the farm, Most single-handedly. I constructed the frame and put up all of the timbers on a 100 foot by forty-foot shed and had accumulated a lot of steel and iron from demo sites. I had some friends help put the roof and walls upon this shed.

I then set about building a hay shed and had a local lad helping, who had helped with the crop’s seeding. Robert was heavy into whoopie weed. He had a rough upbringing, and I felt sorry for him. I had a job to do drilling a hole on a beam. I would have had him lift me in the bucket of the front-end loader, but I did not trust his judgment because of the whoopie weed, so I climbed high on a ladder and asked him to hold the bottom. The ladder slipped, and I fell and shattered my lower leg.

I was sent to Adelaide by the Air Ambulance and had a frame built around my leg with screws through the bone; my ankle was welded together. The doctor was a hand doctor, so my foot pointed straight out of the bottom of my leg. My wife commented on the mistake; after that, the doctor said it would walk down in time. It did and left me crippled with a 35% bend in my leg. We tried to run the farm with this problem for three years. I was in awful pain most of the time; It was too hard, So we sold out.

I bought a property in Port Lincoln and started to develop them. One was the King Street property with flats and offices, plus the Pizza store the other was a huge property in Dublin street which we bought cheaply. I bought a bulldozer and started mining at Coober Pedy on a part-time basis. This was successful, but the rock was so hard we would wreck the dozer I designed a new type of ripper boot to handle the hard rock. We patented this idea and started to work with Sandvik, a Swedish firm, to develop this idea. I was in an advisory position and spent a month every three months at Newcastle developing this idea. We were trying a lot of different ideas in our minds as well. I was offered a full-time job at Sandvic, but as we have a disabled Daughter in Port Lincoln, I declined. The tungsten-tipped ripper boot project was almost ready to market when the Global Financial Crisis hit. Sandvik shut down nearly all Research and Development worldwide. Our project fell off the radar.

I had a deal with a Spanish tool-making firm to supply tools to a significant Australian business. I have a wad of emails promising us 5% on the deal. This would equate to about $100000 PA.we we have not seen a cent, and the Canadian side of this firm will not pay. They also tried to copy some of our patents. So much for the words, trust me, and you will be pleasantly surprised at how much you will make out of this deal. I think that the word unpleasantly would cover the dealings with this man. When I was laid up with a series of bolts through the bones of my leg, I had a vivid dream one night. It was like being at the movies.

I wrote the plot and other details of this dream down and then started to write a book in a long hand. I persevered and finally had the primary novel. The back half of the book was crap. I left a copy of the book with a movie producer in Adelaide who commended me on the first part of this book and also agreed with my idea about the rest of the book. The book project has laid low for about eight years. I have tried to tinker with it but still have not been satisfied. About three months ago, I got stuck into the book again, and finally, I liked what I had written.

I checked on publishing houses and found a US publisher associated with Penguin Books. They had published quite a few books I had heard of. Xlibris tuned out to be a mob of thieves. We have finally decided to get out of opal mining. Thanks to the GFC, the price of opal has dropped. Plus, we have not been able to drill up any significant opal to justify the expense of a bulldozer cut and have decided to sell our small dugout home at Coober Pedy. Glenys and I are in our mid to late sixties, and the work of walking behind the bulldozer all day turning large rocks over with a pick has been very difficult for her; plus, the dozer is getting past these activities also. We have sold the bulldozer.

We were cleaning a load of junk out of the dugout and took it out to near our claim where we had been tipping our trash. As we were tossing the garbage down the sixty-foot shaft, I noticed that Glenys had her mining boots ready to drop. I protested that there was nothing wrong with the heavy safety boots, at which point she dropped them. She informed them that if there were going to be any more walking and turning rocks, it would not be her doing it.