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.