Grandma died when I was 16, in 1987; grandpa died 9 years & 1 day later, while A.M. was on exchange with us. She & Grandpa had quite a bond as you can see from his letters. I don’t think he wrote to any of our other exchange students.
Grandma & Grandpa moved off the farm prior to 1983 (I can’t quite remember how much before, but while I was in primary school) & moved into the town where I went to high school approximately 20kms from the farm. Prior to that, they lived on the farm in a house around the corner.
Our farm was L shaped, the main house where we lived had its driveway on one road & the other house had its driveway on another road, but of course you could walk, motorbike or horse ride across the paddocks between the two.
Originally it was a soldier settlement & they were two small farms - not sure which one he bought first, Kyle probably & Wandumi, when Dad came on board. He name both (Kyle & Wandumi) after places he fought in in PNG & felt the landscape in PNG the most beautiful he’d ever seen. He also spoke fondly of the Fuzzy Wuzzies, when he finally started to speak a little of the war in his later years.
Grandpa built the house I grew up in; I think he wanted to be a carpenter, but when he returned from the war & proposed to my grandmother, she said she’d only marry him if they farmed (dairy cows) as that was all she knew in life.
I am such a bad blogger, I forget to label my posts so I am probably repeating myself, so SORRY. I don’t think I’ve blogged much about this Grandma before, but she was the first person I ever remember treating me as a person, rather than a kid. She would actually listen to what I had to say, think about it & then respond; just like she did with (most of) the adults.
I loved her dearly & felt she was the only person who “got” me, besides my friends, which was a huge thing to me as an angsty teen. I still think of both of them regularly & wonder where they are & if they can see me & if they are happy; I hope they’re somewhere warm with an eternal sunset, no flies or mozzies & lots of mangos. RIP guys.