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I think it is the fact I lived five years of my first nine years of my life during WW2 even though I have spent the last 53 years in Australia. Forty two of them living and raising my family among tribal Aborigines.

While I don't have a specific agenda, I just thought I would take the opportunity of sharing some of my memories. Some are still very vivid, but details tend to blurred with time, like names and dates.

I remember the sirens wailing, the bomber squardrons droning, the search lights piercing the night sky. Being carried or hurried into the Anderson Air Shelter that Dad and my brother Jack and possibly the neighbours dug into the top end of our back garden. I recall going to bed in air raid shelter at the top end of our small tiangular back garden. The next door neighnours girl joined us sometimes,because her dad dug his shelter in lower end of his garden close to the house. Consequently it was flooded mostly.

Yes! Its a life time and a world away, but still very real when one takes time to ponder. Logging onto this ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ site just the other day, brought a lot of memories back.