I was 10 when we moved to Lake Boga it was the year of the 1956 Olympic games and as kids we were a bit overawed with it all. I could remember only living in country areas and this was the first time we lived in a "town" I thought it was really something, I still remember clearly how I wanted to dress up because we were in a "town" not to matter that the "town" had about 300 residents!

Our house was by the train tracks and as kids we used to love to put a penny on the tracks and wait for the train to come and squash it flat, sometimes it would stick to the wheel for a few turns, sometimes we never found it again.

There were not many hills where we lived, but the town water supply was at the top a small hill about 2 miles from the house, on the top were also a copse of Peppercorn trees, my sis and I would climb to the top and they were big, and swing down through the branches like tarzan, scratched all over by enormous fun.

When I was 19 I moved to Melbourne to live with a girlfriend and her family, I left on the last steam train, after that they were diesel, I loved steam trains and I still do, there was something romantic about steam.

Well it has been a very long time and no doubt anyone following my blog would by not have given up! But here I am again and will try as one of my many new year thingies, to keep it going.

From the house off the Highway at Kangaroo lake, we moved to our next home at , a little township called Lake Boga.

Our house was very old, the lining on the walls consisted of hessian bagging pasted over with newspapers. As kids we thought this was fantastic as we could read the walls while in bed! but in fact it was obviously very hot in summer and very cold in winter. It had two bedrooms a short hallway and a kitchen, quite large, and a ramshackle bath room, the toilet (with a pan) was way out the backyard with the back facing the lane as the toilet truck came once a week to take the full can and drop off an empty one, they were the days!

The lake was right out the back fence across the lane, a wonderful life for kids. I was 10 years old when we moved there in 1956. Imagine 5 kids 2 parents and 2 Grandparents in that small home, but we managed, very different to how people manage today.

Dad eventually built on a lounge another bedroom, fixed the bathroom and put on a small sleep-out-and even built the toilet against the back of the house with a septic tank, what an amazing man, never had any building experience, and also lined the rooms, yes it was still an old house but was always homey.