My first memory is of standing in a cot in my parent’s home, holding onto the rail, and seeing my father open the door so that a chink of light came into the dark room. He was coming to check on me, since I was not a good sleeper and probably called out a lot at night! It is a good memory, I was about 18 months old, my mother suffered from depression and was pregnant with her second child, so it was my father who was able to offer comfort to a toddler.
I spent some years of my childhood living with my grandparents in the country, where I was in good health. Here are some photos of Canowindra, taken only this year on a rainy weekend.
I always love this country, I love the smell of the soil, the colours of the landscape, the shapes of the hills and the winding river, somehow my childhood life here instilled the love of this beautiful place! My pioneering ancestors lived here, their name and stories are engraved upon me too …. when I went “downtown” with my grandmother she stopped and spoke to nearly everyone, and most of them seemed to be her cousins.
Along this little lane that leads off the main street of the town you come to the Swing Bridge that crosses the Belabula River. As a child I was fascinated by it, loving the feeling of the pedestrian bridge swaying under my feet as I daringly crossed and recrossed.
When I go back I always look at the house where I spent so many childhood years with my grandparents. The old Carob trees still line the road, planted as feed for the stock being driven past on their way to the abattoir. I heard those familiar sounds so very often, the bleating of sheep or lowing of cattle, the stockmen calling to their dogs as they rode slowly by. I stood at the house gates watching in wonder as the great mobs moved through, filling the road, sending up dust from the edges, as dogs worked to keep them moving or pushed them to one side to allow a vehicle to pass.
In the fifties, when I lived in this house there were hedges to keep the dust out, and old fashioned pencil pines , and beds of bulbs. It looks bare to me now, but I am so glad it is still there, and out the back so are many of the fruit trees I used to climb. Every time we go to Canowindra I am revisiting my childhood and rediscovering who I am.
What about you? What are your earliest memories? What was important to you? Visit http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/12/08/daily-prompt-childhood-revisited/ to read more, or submit your own post!