When I left school I worked for a while in a chemist shop then in large department store.
As I mentioned elsewhere I lived for the first 8 yrs. of my life in a farming community.
My parents owned the grocery store and post office that served the community.
My grandparents owned a farm about a mile from where we lived.
My grandfather owned a second farm in the hills where he put his cows when they were in calf.
The only way to get to this farm was by horseback or walking.
Quiet often we would hike there and have picnic lunches. We loved hiking during the summer months.
The house/shop was about 150 from a creek, between the building and the creek was an orchard with many fruit trees.
Just over the bridge that crossed the creek was a small church that served four denominations so we had a service only once a month.
The children were given a book to learn lessons from and answer questions. That was our Sunday School, I loved it.
Christmas time we would open our presents and have breakfast at home then head off to the grandparents place.
There would be my grandparents, our family, my mothers brother and his family and my mothers unmarried sister.
The decorations were home made and the Christmas tree was a branch of a camphorlaurel tree.
There was always plenty of food. The children would set the table and my grandmother always told us to whistle while we did it so she would know we werent eating any of the lollies or nuts.
Boxing Day we left for Ballina on the coast.
We stayed in a tin shack amongst the trees on the road between the town of Ballina and the beach wh
Tintek, as the shack was called, was made of cast iron and was about 14x14, had triple bunks for sleeping and a lean to for cooking.
Compared to the holiday places today it was rather primitive but we had lots of fun.
We went there every year until the year war broke out.
I loved growing up in the country,
Amongst green hills and pastures.
Playing hide and seek with my sisters,
In the long green grass.
Swinging on a vine over the waterhole,
Dropping with a splash into the water.
Or lying on the pebbles in the shallows,
Letting the cool water run over my body.
Climbing trees and sitting in the branches,
Reading a book until called.
Sliding down the slope of a hill,
On a piece of old iron.
Bringing home the cows to be milked
Was fun lots of fun,
Unless the bull decided to charge,
Then you had to run.
On stormy nights hiding behind doors,
Watching lightning streaking across the sky.
Shrieking with feigned fright.
Laughing in delight.
Growing up in the country was lots of fun.
We moved to Tamworth at end of 1940.
I remember when the war ended in 1945.
Tamworth is built in a valley.
We lived on the west side and the high school was on the east side.
I was riding my pushbike and running late for school this particular morning. I was half way up the hill not steep but a long grade and was pushing my bike when I heard bells ringing all over the city.
I got to school just in time to hear the headmaster tell us we could go home. I didnt mind going back home.
There was dancing in the streets that night.
After I left school I was in the Drama Club and in the ballet of the Musical Society.
I was in musicals and at the end of the second one the man who looked after the stage lighting brought a young man up and introduced him to me and he signed my program.
A few years later I learned that young man was Bert.
I met Bert in August 1949 and we married in April 1952.
| DOREEN 16yrs
|BERT AND DOREEN
|CUTTING THE CAKE
|BERT & DOREEN
|TAKEN INSIDE BRISBANE POST OFFICE CLOCK TOWER ON OUR HONEYMOON ON HONEYMOON
|DOREEN & BERT
|NOVELTY PHOTO TAKEN ON HONEYMOON
The top photo is of me at 17yrs.
The next one Bert and I cutting cake at our wedding the next 2 on our honetmoon.
That's all folks.
Here's a list of some of my favorite movies:;br>
Jules and Jim, Manhattan, Breaking the Waves
Here's a list of some of my favorite music:
Nirvana, Frank Sinatra, Ibrahim Ferrer