Samaria Road Benalla
This one came closer to a “normal” home for us than any of it’s predecessors.
The time span extended to about five years, we changed schools and further developed the art of making friends, and enemies. I had my first fight here, (which I lost) I had my first date here (which so terrified me that I thought I’d die.)
There was a large “Park” almost opposite the house where my new friends and I spent many happy hours, meanwhile Merle was establishing her own set of friendships that were to last for many years.
We were thankful that Mum appeared to have won the battle of constant moves, but we were blissfully unaware that there was more of the same to come.
The same condition of unawareness also applied to friendships, it was to be about three more years before my first “Lifelong Friends” appeared on the scene.
I credit the years spent at this house as the time I developed my own personality, (such as it is!) it was my true beginning place I’ve always felt.
So it came to pass that, after our happy years in Northcote, we moved to a farm ten miles out of Benalla in north east Victoria.
This was a much more substantial place than “
We were encouraged to maintain our friendships from Northcote which led to many enjoyable visits.
Benalla was the also the centre of my Mums family so we had a strong network of Uncles, Aunts and Cousins from Mums side of the family around us.
Whether this had any bearing on Dads growing dissatisfaction or not I don’t know, however it wasn’t long before he made the move back to
One of the worst features of this was that my Mum had never learnt to drive, Merle and I were both to young to drive, so we were stuck ten miles out of town with very little chance of surviving financially.
So once more we were on the move, back to