My parents were excited to be arriving in their new homeland, but the excitement was not to last. As my mother's diary came to an end before we landed in Melbourne, I will endeavour to continue the story through photos and my own memories.
|Arriving in Melbourne February 1949|
|Little Collins St Melbourne|
|Leaving Melbourne for Sydney.|
|Entering Port Jackson, Sydney Harbour at 6:00am on 13 February, 1949|
My Dad went looking for work, while my Mum persevered living with a mean , unhelpful , dragon lady for a week. At the end of the week we caught a train to Loftus to visit Mrs D's brother, who might help us find somewhere to live. Loftus was a developing suburb much further south of Sydney. It was still a virgin bushland area, with sandy tracks for roads. We tried to find the address but .......
|Lost in the bush and loving it.|
He explained to us how people who were settling out here bought the land fairly cheaply, put up a tent and lived on the land, while they built a garage to live in. Then they built their house. Walter and Betty were living in a big old army bell shaped tent and were in the process of building their garage.
|Betty, Walter and Mum and the typical outside "dunny"|
|Loftus Station 1949|
So the next day we went back to see kind cousin Walter, and offered to buy the block of land next door but one. My Mum told him about our hassles with his sister and he said we could stay and share his tent until we could buy one of our own. I remember David and I slept on the ground and my parents in chairs . I don't remember being worried or upset. I think my brother and I thought it was like camping and all a bit exciting. I think my parents did a great job of shielding us from the anguish that they must have been experiencing at this time.
|Erecting our tent, our temporary home. David and I are standing next to Dad who is bending over. We don't have any shirts on. It was very hot|
|Our tent home after a storm.|