The Incinerator

and the snake

When we were very young because “Our father Who Art” had died as a result of the War our family descriptor changed from fathered to fatherless; and we became Legatees. Children who received some care and love from lovely people who offered to help my mother and her brood with odd holidays and outings arranged via the auspices of Legacy.

And so, it came about that my twin brother and I — aged about 8 years — went on holiday to a farm at Red Hill in Victoria. I remember that I loved this holiday and that the people who sponsored us were lovely and kind.