Why I live where I live.

This is the name of a segment of a very popular radio program, (Australia all Over) which airs on Sunday mornings.

As you will come to know, if you care to follow this series of posts, this seemed a name I could use.

Dixons Creek house, known affectionately as “Dixie”

This was the “quaint” little 4 roomed cottage where my life story began.

It was “home” for my first six years, so my memories are largely implanted rather than actual.

Nevertheless I do recall some events, like starting school at age four years and eight months, (as my sister had done two years earlier) to maintain enough students to keep the little school open.

This meant a walk of about three miles, no matter what the weather, and included crossing a paddock full of cattle, which terrified us!

Playing “cowboys & Indians” in a water course which seemed to me to be like the Grand Canyon, imagine my dismay to find on a visit years later that this was barely a foot deep!

The house was still standing in 2004, some sixty two years after we departed, while the condition was a little sad, it still managed to stir up very fond memories.

The property consisted of forty acres of hilly, stony ground barely able to support its rabbit population let alone any other stock.

Be this as it may, we made some attempt to extract a living from “Dixie” until my Dad was forced to leave to find work in Melbourne, some sixty miles away.

When he successfully started work as a bus driver for “The Melbourne and Metropolitan Tramways Board” we made the move to Melbourne which gave rise to the following succession of houses