Well I am on a roll so will continue with my story.
Our Dad had a lease on a salt lake, it was an amazing thing. It had seasons where it would make salt, it was a shallow lake in a natural depression, not very large, when there was little water in it a red cloud would form and move around the edge of the lake, in the water, like the water was colored red, and it would move continuously around, you could keep up with it by walking around the lake. When this happened, usually in the summer, the lake was producing salt, very course crystals 2-3 millimetres in size.

My Dad would then use a tractor and grader and pile the salt up in long rows in the lake, and then with a front end loader fill up trucks and bring it to the shore, where it was piled up into high mounds to later be bagged up into hessian bags (12 bags added up to a ton) and loaded by hand onto trucks.

It was very hot, hard work. As kids my Sis and I would often work there in the School Holidays, filling bags and sewing them up. We were quite happy to help and it certainly built good work endurance in our personalities.

Dad also leased land were he planted crops, although I don,t recall that they ever came to much, My Sis and I, keeping in mind that I was about 11 and my Sis 14, we each had an old tractor and were left alone to plough the paddock, how different things are now, we as Kids had the privelege to be able to do things children today are considered unable to do.

Well Hi it,s been as usual a long time, now where was I, Oh yes, Ten years old and the 1956 Olympic games and little Lake Boga which recently by the way has been drained of it,s precious fluid and people living around the lake, our old house included, right on the lakes edge, are now looking at a very large black hole in the ground, by now I guess grass has probably started to grow in it, how very sad, gone are the sail boats the speed boats and water skiing fishing swimming, and everything associated will such a lovely body of water surrounded by gorgeous willow trees which are all now dead!!!!!!

Lake Boga was a great place for children to grow up, we had a lot of freedom, as very little was likely to happen to us.
We spent hours on our Horses around the back of the lake finding aboriginal relics, even found a human skull once, apparently we had come accross an old burial place and not knowing these things are sacred,and took it to the local police station!

The Wheat silo,s were another place we loved to play, but that was dangerous, we didn,t know it at the time, but we could easily have drowned in the wheat, it had happened before we found out later.