Recollections
Our meat was killed on the farm and fresh meat left out for several days’requirements. The rest was corned (salted down). However after our fig tree grew the meat could be hung in the tree and would keep for over a week.
My parents were very ill so we went to Dowering to fetch my six year old sister. As there wan nowhere to purchase a bed we decided to make one. I held the timber and handed the tools while my husband made a wooden bed of slats. An old identity, Mrs Truslove sold us a bag of palm wool for eight shillings to use as a mattress filling
How I loved “Sunnydene”. My first attempt at gardening was with a butcher’s knife to dig the soil, then I would scatter in a packet of mixed seeds. There were no pests such as red mite or slugs in those days, things just grew. The virgin red gum soil grew wonderful double stock. One white one measured eleven feet in circumference.
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I was newly married when a distinguished clerical visitor arrived and so was invited to lunch. I gave George the meat to carve but he was talking too much and, the flies were about. I threw him a flour bag to put over the meat, but our visitor caught it, said thanks and tucked it into his shirt as a serviette, showing a big, red rooster on the front. I, being only eighteen couldn’t stop the giggles and had to go out, George was very cross and said that I was a married woman now and, to come in and control myself.
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I received the mail order catalogue from Boans and badly wanted “The Hat” illustrated. Husband George said “No”. His excuse was that it was too old for me but, I had set my heart on it. Sunday came and as we walked Ito the church there was the organist, elderly Mrs Vagg seated at the organ with “The Hat” on. George gave me a dig and said “There you are, dear, I told you it was too old for you”.
