I grew up in sugar country. A crushing mill below
1955
The newspaper
My mother was in hospital having Christopher and we were going to take the Sunday "Truth" (we always took the "Truth" and the "Sunday Mail" on Sunday) up for her to read after Frank (my father) and I had read it.
Newspapers however tend to get more and more messed up as more people read them so as soon as I brought the "Truth" home from the shop I punched two holes in the spine of the "Truth" and connected them with light wire -- thus "binding" it. That way my mother would get it in good order.
It was all my own idea and carrying out. I rember a surprised look from my mother on receivng it
It was an early demonstration of original thinking or at least initiative.
A cyclone
Maybe the one of February 22–25, 1955
It was while we were living at Campbell St that we had a cyclone. I loved it!
The house over the road, inhabited by a chainªsmoking ex©nurse called Mrs Whittington, was not destroyed by theÜr Ü cyclone but it did develop a noticeable lean.
I enjoyed walking about in the high winds and having to lean over at 45% or thereabouts in order to walk forwards at all.
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