Our first place of residence was the little shack in Glenorchy near the Grampians, from there we moved to a house in the middle of a wheat field in Mystic Park West in the Mallee, I have so many fond memories of this house, it was in a grove of gum trees, with farm sheds all around in which the wheat harvesting machinery was housed.
We loved to play with old machine cogs with grooves all around them on the sandy roads around the house, they left interesting marks, like tractor tyres, we also played marbles, digging littles holes for the marbles to roll into.
We had an orchard at the back of the house, and my sister and I would sneek out of the house at night, and eat oranges under the trees, it all seemed so exciting as children.
The people who owned the house had a dam dug out just behind the orchard, watching it being filled was amazing, it seemed so huge to us, but in reality it probably wasn,t that big. From it ran a little channel that we used to swim in with the ducks, I really loved that place in the middle of the paddock.
My little sister was born while we lived there, I remember how much fun it was to see her start walking, what loveley memories, my Mum and Dad used to sing a lot together, we felt very secure, even though we were quite poor.
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It sounds so idyllic... it reminds me of the place we lived in at swanhill for that year. Tho we were surrounded by horse sheds and horse paddocks...not wheat fields...but there WAS the orange orchard at the side of the house...when the blooms came out, the smell was incredible:)
ReplyDeleteI am loving your story....min xxxxxxxx
Sweet sweet memories
ReplyDeleteTuck them down tight
Keep them there for dark days
Bring them forth to bring you sunlight