Its 43 years right now since my Dad was killed in 1969. I remember the night as if it just happened. It was mid winter and Mum had cooked a potato pie. It was in the fuel stove oven. I was having a bath - we had to carry the hot water from the copper to the tub and I was first in...a big deal then. I was getting dressed in the bathroom when I heard loud knocking on the door. Dad was hit by a drunk driver only 100 yards from our home. The driver got off - Money helps - a valuable lesson at 15 in how the system protects the rich against the working class. Dad was a gentleman...very funny, decent and worked like a dog...he was happy just to be with us and it showed. I can see his blue grey eyes before me as clearly as if I had seen him yesterday.
|Dad (left) and brother Matt in about 1940|
|Mum and dad on their honeymoon at Gosford|
|Dad with Anne|
|In about 1964|
|The fam outside the toilet - a choice spot for a photo|
|A favourite - taken of dad Sunday sitting on the woodheap in the sun reading the papers...mum and Joan with him|