Today I am a Great Grandmother - therefore most of the photos
you will see were taken 50 - 60 years ago!
In yesteryear I was a ....
... shy and lonely girl, my first memories are when I was four,
I cut off the top of my middle finger.
A bush doctor attended to me - he sat me on his dining room table
and - without any anaesthetic - he stitched the top back on.
After that I had nightmares about a Chinaman chasing me with
a large knife, these lasted for many months.
During my schooldays that finger haunted me - along with having
been born with a "Harelip" I was always the school "freak"
It didn't help that in my 10 years of schooling - I went to 13 schools.
I was never at one school long enough for others to accept me.
It was my father's fault - he could never suffer fools; he considered
all bosses were fools!
So time after time we moved from country, to city, to country,
until WW11 and he joined the RAAF (the Australian Air Force)
as a cook, he was stationed in New Guinea until he was
invalided home.
