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I love this photo of the thre ladies sitting on the beach chatting and mum knitting.  I wonder how she kept the sand out of her wool?  I think they are at Balmoral Beach because that seems to be where we always went.  It must have been winter hence the coats and fur collar.  I love the look of everyone behind them parading around on the promenade.  I wonder if one of them is Dad.  They probably couldn’t get there without him.  How uncomfortable sitting on the sand in stockings.

Pip thinks it is Manly she thinks she remembers Mum telling her that and that they got the ferry over.  Must have taken half a day to get there then. 

This is a young dad outside the shop with Aunty Maria, Alex Correy and a very little Joe.  It is certainly before the war as the name changed from Gazzo to Mum’s maiden name Webber.  I don’t know where it it but probably Newtown or Paddington. Aunty Maria seem to live with us on and off and Midge tells us she was spiteful and always pinching them.  Alex was a family friend who worked at Concord Hospital (I don’t know what he did there).  He was very tall and grew to be very wide as well as I remember he got stuck in our lounge chair and had to be pulled out.
I have put this here in comments because I can’t get this to come out under the photo.  Melinda any advise?

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Stacking the fruit

Stacking the fruit was a never ending job.  Every piece of fruit had a square of tissue paper under it.  We kids were paid threepence per pound to straighten the bits out into stacks to save dad doing it.  We also got to use the surplus paper in the toilet which was kept behind the toilet door in a specially made hessian bag.  Of course this loo was outside and down the path.  there were always spiders there and frightened the living daylights out of us at night.