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As I have mentioned before, I got my love of photography from my dad. Although my parents were not well off back in the forties and fifties, my dad did own a camera. It was one that opened up with bellows. He took photos of our Migration to Australia and of our Settling in Australia, which are in my first book.
At the end of 1959 my mum made me a new dress to wear to the end of year dance, which is now called the school formal. My dad took some photos of me. He made me pose this way and that and I was feeling embarrassed. I was happy when it was over.
|Mum and dad on the ship coming to Australia 1949.|
Dad has his camera case over his arm.
A few weeks later the photos had been printed. Remember those days when you had to wait ages to get the prints. (My dad would have loved the digital age, he passed away in 1983.) We had a friend visit and my dad was showing him the photos he took of me, he was quite proud of them. Our friend, John, said that he could take better photos and so a friendly rivalry began. I was the guinea pig. So John asked me to pose this way and that and smile. Now I had just been told that I had missed out on a place in Teachers' College and I didn't feel like smiling and posing for anybody but I did.
|Dads photo. Dec 1959 (17yrs)|
|John's Photo. Jan 1960, (17 yrs)|