e-Muster August 2012 - Central Coast Family History Society Inc.
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The <strong>Muster</strong> – <strong>August</strong> 20 <strong>2012</strong> 20 <strong>2012</strong><br />
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Journal of the <strong>Central</strong> <strong>Coast</strong> <strong>Family</strong> <strong>History</strong> <strong>Society</strong> <strong>Inc</strong>.<br />
Let us go back to 1942-44, the middle years of the war, when we were living<br />
at South Cronulla. For much of this time Dad was in the air force and was<br />
away from home, including time in New Guinea. Times were tough. I<br />
remember the black-out curtains, the windows of my bedroom were<br />
covered with heavy brown paper painted black so no lights could be seen by<br />
enemy bombers; during the day and at night with the lights out, I could open<br />
the windows and watch the navy ships pass by at sea, probably en route<br />
from Sydney to the Navy base at Jervis Bay. I remember the tank-traps along<br />
the beach front, large triangular prisms of concrete placed to obstruct any<br />
attempts by an invading enemy to come ashore. I remember the slit trenches<br />
dug in the school playground in zig-zag fashion so that, as we were told,<br />
even if a bomb landed in the zig part those of us in the zag part might not be<br />
killed. And so when the time came to select special items from our earlier<br />
life, I remembered that as a small boy of about seven or eight years, climbing<br />
onto the hall seat which became, only partly in play, my safe haven from<br />
pirates, alligators, burglars and what-ever else might threaten.<br />
Mother was pleased to let me have the hall seat because she understood its<br />
significance for me. Though sad to let go this piece, made with love by her<br />
father and part of her life for more than 70 years, she knew it would<br />
continue to be cared for. It is only now as I think back that I understand<br />
what this inanimate but<br />
constant life-time<br />
companion must have<br />
meant to my mother.<br />
Warwick Forrest –<br />
Member 1552<br />
[Note: This story was prompted by the talk given by Janis Wilton at our July<br />
monthly meeting, on the importance of objects in the stories of our families.]<br />
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