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This is for both the May Heritage Challenge - Fathers at http://www.scrapbook.com/forums/showtopic.php?tid/1461879/tp/1/
and the Monochramatic Challenge at http://www.scrapbook.com/forums/showtopic.php?tid/1461805/tp/1/
I scraplifted the idea of enlarging and cutting out the pic for a silhouette from a LO I saw a long, long time ago and am sorry that I can't recall whose LO it was I saw. If you see this, you'll know who you are so thanks for the inspiration!
The journaling reads:
My Dad is a ‘Sparkie'. When I was a baby and we lived in Sydney,
he had his own Electrical Contracting business for a while.
The top pic of he and I was taken at that time at their brand new home in Cabramatta. When I was about 6 or 7 my parents got fed up with city life and we all moved to the country town of Bega where Dad worked for the Bega Valley County Council.
Our life there pretty much revolved around Dad's work. I have a lot of memories around it. Mum tells me the pic of him up the pole was taken by one of his work colleagues who always carried his camera out on the job with him to take scenery pics or pics of things that caught his eye whilst driving around the countryside. My oldest memory is of my mother cleaning Dad's overalls. She used to scrub them hard with a brush and then boil them up in our old copper. I remember watching her poke them down into the steaming water with a stick that gradually over the years became shorter and shorter, before feeding them thru the old wringer. When we were talking about this only recently she told me that the other guys at his work used to tease him about how white his overalls were and called him ‘Dr Guthrie'. During the winter months it became very cold in Bega and we had lots of storms. If Dad was ‘on call'
I remember that the phone would ring seconds after lightning strikes and he'd have to go out. When my sister and I got a little older I also remember that we would often go out with him on calls to farms and properties if we were bored on the weekends, just to get out for the drive. I'm sure it was probably against the rules for him to take passengers and I remember that we were forbidden to leave the car. He was busy enough without having to keep an eye on us and it was also probably dangerous to be wandering around under the poles while he was working.
Life was slow and easygoing in those days as a child growing up in a small country town and I sometimes yearn to feel that way again


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