At Amiens we were happily enjoying fruit straight from the trees,vegies from Uncle Ernie's farm; riding our bikes and visiting relations; exploring the bush around the house and seeing lots of little wildflowers; going to the station on train days to watch the engine taking on water and the men loading the fruit and veges.
But in Brisbane and elsewhere in the larger towns and cities of Australia things were not so comfortable.
The northern part of Australia including Queensland was considered the most vulnerable so restrictions such as the blackout were tightly enforced.
In February 1942 the Japanese bombed Darwin, in March bombs fell on Broome in West Australia and in June that year submarines shelled Newcastle and Sydney.
Petrol rationing had started in 1940 and now in 1942 Ration books were issued for tea, sugar and clothing. Later butter and meat were also rationed. All persons over the age of 16 were issued with identity cards which had to be carried at all times.
I remember Mum making butter while we were at Amiens but whether because of a shortage or because she always was ready to learn something new I cannot say. I do remember she often said we all had to " do our bit" while there was a war. We had no electricity so no frig and also no ice so no ice-chest. How did she keep food fresh? Maybe we had a Coolgardie type safe...will have to ask Alan if he can remember.
There was a small local store and I think a bakery but I dont remember a butcher shop. I know we always had plenty to eat while at Amiens and I expect at that age I didn't take much notice of how Mum went about getting supplies.
Dear Hilary, first of all, thank you for your kind comment on my towel (www.sweetweaving.blogspot.com. It was just special!
ReplyDeleteI think it´s wonderful that you are sharing your memories with us all - so rich and full of lessons, for many generations to come.
Fascinating details of life at those times. Country life sounds interesting especially for you as children. Maybe not so much for grandma.
ReplyDeleteValuable memories. Keep them coming.
I remember learning how to swear in Italian and shocking Mum.
ReplyDeleteWas one family called the Cabrias?
I remember a safe hanging out on the verandah at the side as I kept bumping my head on it.
Lois
Hi Hilary, I tried to write a comment on your travel blog but the box didn't appear to write in. Somehow I ended up in your memoir page and hope this is permissible to read.
ReplyDeleteIt looks interesting, but will have to wait till tomorrow.
Cheers
Dana