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GREAT DAYS OF DROVING
Great days never forget
My father was a drover and we lived in shacks that my mum helped built and we lived off the land and all my siblings we born in different towns. We had nothing, as my parents was poor but at least we had each other. We would play on this big tree nearly all day and I was 4 years old and for Christmas we got presents but we really enjoyed that tree. We had to move to the river as it was hard to get water and my sisters and brothers would go into the river and get muscles as I couldn't swim. We would put them on a hot plate over the fire and cook them with bread and dripping. It didn't matter what we got for Christmas or what we have for dinner we would all sit around and listen to my dad talk about the old days. That is what I miss so much and kids today they don't know the meaning of Christmas or sitting around with families all they think is the gifts they getting and phones no more communications. Eventually my dad brought a house for $10 no electricity or sewage. Love the house we lived in and we went to Sunday School and for the first time I had to taste lollies and that was good. My dad stopped being a drover and went to work on the railway herding sheep or cattle off the train and my mum isn't a cook my dad did all the cooking, but my mum she makes the best junket to die for. I just miss the food as it doesn't taste the same like the old days, miss sitting around and talking with my family even I heard my dad talked about the same stories I never got sick and tired of it. I miss the safety of your home can leave your door open and know your okay and respect from others and most of all I miss about my child in Australia our slang I still use it but children of today really don't know the meaning of it.
