Remember life before mains – electricity, plumbing, sanitation? When the 1950s emigration rush to Australia happened the British got a reputation for complaining. The ‘Whinging Poms’. A lot did run for home, but not Linda’s family…

Wangiwriter's Blog

monday-memoir-badge

We lived up at Avondale until the bridge job was finished, then went back to Reid Park. Mr A, the farmer who owned the property next to which we’d been living at Avondale, had taken a liking to Mum (she was quite beautiful). After we moved away, he started to come around to the caravan and pester her. We’d only been back at the park for about a month, but Dad immediately decided it was time to find a permanent and safe place for us to live. I think this was late 1955 or early 1956.

One day he drove off in his work truck to Albion Park Rail, about five miles south of Dapto. Albion Park Rail was then a little village on the Princes Highway, with the main town of Albion Park a couple of miles to the west in dairy country. It was so named because the railway…

View original post 1,150 more words