Sunday Selections #34
It's Sunday Selections time again!
Time to post photos that have been hiding away in your computer files, photos that you may have completely forgotten about.
Have a hunt through and find them.
This idea comes to us from Kim at frogpondsrock, who realised one day that she takes many more photos than she uses, as we all do, and wam]nted to post some of the older ones on her blog.
A once a week meme seemed like a good idea, so Sunday Selections was born, and anyone at all can join in.
I usually choose a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week my theme is:
DAYS OF YORE
Well, not quite, but these were taken a long, long time ago.
But not by me, so I'm cheating here a little.
These are all me and my older sister, with the middle photo also including my younger brother.
All taken between 1953 and 1955, at the Bonegilla Migrant Camp in Victoria, where we lived for a while after arriving from Germany.
To join in with Sunday Selections, post photos of your choice under the Sunday Selections title, go to Kim's site, add your name to her linky list, then leave her a comment.
Then take a look at what others have posted for their selections.
There are some really good photographers out there.
Time to post photos that have been hiding away in your computer files, photos that you may have completely forgotten about.
Have a hunt through and find them.
This idea comes to us from Kim at frogpondsrock, who realised one day that she takes many more photos than she uses, as we all do, and wam]nted to post some of the older ones on her blog.
A once a week meme seemed like a good idea, so Sunday Selections was born, and anyone at all can join in.
I usually choose a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week my theme is:
DAYS OF YORE
Well, not quite, but these were taken a long, long time ago.
But not by me, so I'm cheating here a little.
All taken between 1953 and 1955, at the Bonegilla Migrant Camp in Victoria, where we lived for a while after arriving from Germany.
To join in with Sunday Selections, post photos of your choice under the Sunday Selections title, go to Kim's site, add your name to her linky list, then leave her a comment.
Then take a look at what others have posted for their selections.
There are some really good photographers out there.
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Love the matching outfits and your expression in #2! The trees in the back of #3 make it look like it was in a nice spot.
ReplyDeleteYou were at the camp for quite awhile. My parents both stopped at the Broadmeadows Migrant Hostel when they moved out from the UK. Funny, my parents came from different parts of the UK at around the same time then moved to different sides of the one suburb in the identical house. If they hadn't migrated I wouldn't have been born.
Lovely, lovely photos. I don't think my parents were in Migrant Hostels. I think the fact that they had jobs to go to may have saved them. But this post did make me think of them again. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful matching outfits....I think I may have one of myself and my adopted sister in matching skirts somewhere. Should dig it out.
ReplyDeleteThey are lovely photos River. It is nice to have some of your history to share with us. :)
ReplyDeletepermanent amanda; welcome to drifting. I may have been mistaken in the length of time we stayed there.
ReplyDeleteEC; we stayed there I think until my parents had learned enough english to be able to get on in the community and until my dad had a job.
Delores, we spent a lot of our childhood in matching dresses, I always swore that my girls never would, but I did make matching dresses just twice for them. Mostly I would buy enough fabric for two dresses then make a different style for each girl.
Kim; and I'm not breaking any promises here either, since none of these are my kids!
I'd love to eavesdrop on the conversation in the last picture! I've been following Sepia Saturday, and posting old photos of one sort or another on that. They all speak for themselves too.♥
ReplyDeleteMy mother in law lived in a migrant camp after arriving from Germany - in the same time period as you. Hubby says it was in Echuca or Mildura, e is not sure.
ReplyDeleteJinsky; welcome to drifting. There may not have been much conversation going on, I wasn't yet two years old in that one.
ReplyDeleteMarita; I'd love to read books written from those times. tales from a migrant camp or something like that. Imagine the history, the laughter and tears as new people become accustomed to life in a new country.
I love old photos> i'll be visiting my parents soon, so I'll be looking at a few of them.
ReplyDeleteThis is really sad/bad, but I know nothing of the migrant camps in Germany and lived there the same years you did. My father was in the U.S. Army and we lived in Munich, Palsberg, and a camp called Hohenfels from 1952 to 1955. We were rather sheltered but we did learn much about the war during those years. My parents wanted us to remember.
ReplyDeleteI will have to do some research on them.
Linda
Look at those dresses! Great pics!
ReplyDeletePhotos like these always make me a bit teary. I know, I am a total sook. I always wonder what their childhood was like. It looks so simple and easy but it sounds like you had quite the journey to move here. Privileged you shared these River x
ReplyDeleteLinda; you arrived in Germany before I left then. We were on a ship to Australia in Feb 1953, I was six months old at the time and learned to walk on the ship, at 9 months old. I must have had sea legs! I have absolutely no memories of Germany, so don't know my grandparents at all nor any other relatives. All I have is a few photos.
ReplyDeleteKristy; matching dresses were very common back in those days, it was more economical to buy gabric in bulk amounts I suppose.
Sarah; I actually do remember my entire childhood as being simple and easy. Maybe it's because I'm such a laid back easy going person. Or maybe that's why I was such a laid back easy going person.