Welcome back to Sunday Selections!
This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.
Go on over and give Kim some sympathy, she has much pain in her hand right now and can't be working on her hand-made ceramics.
The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to The Elephant's Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections but this week I have only two photos for you.
Still a theme though.
Recently, Andrew put up an article about the Nissen Huts that housed floods of immigrants to Australia after World War Two.
I commented on his post that I was sure I had a couple of photos of me on the steps of such a hut.
So I went searching for them.....and I was wrong.
I'm not even sure if Bonegilla Migrant Camp, in Victoria, had Nissen Huts at all.
Certainly the steps we're sitting on aren't attached to a Nissen Hut.
I'm sure I was one year old here and by 18 months old I had a baby brother, and he was born in Melbourne.
That's my older sister in the photo, she wasn't happy being in a strange new country and not understanding the language. We were from Germany and German was all she knew at age 4.
The food was probably a shock too. I'm told it took her a long time to adjust.
So apologies to Andrew, no Nissen Huts here after all.
I have only one clear memory of that early time and that is of J and me eating breakfast or lunch in a very large dining hall with big wooden tables perpendicular to the walls on either side, and a wide aisle between them.
I questioned Mum once and asked where that had been, but she told me it never happened.
Just like we never lived in -------??
(We did, briefly, on ------ Road. Mum let that slip once and it fit with my memory, but I let it slide)