Hills to Hawkesbury Living Magazine - - Memories -

I often de­scribe what I called our “Mo­tor­ing hol­i­day” as a child in the UK to my wife and kids, when my par­ents took my sis­ters and my­self around the coun­try­side. My fa­ther was a cham­pion Darts player and we would call into pubs around Eng­land dur­ing the 1950s, where he would man­age a game of darts. Dur­ing the trip we went to places such as Royal As­cot race­course, Brighton, and in Lon­don drove past Buck­ing­ham Palace.

Do you re­mem­ber the car trips of the past? As kids we would ask “Are we there yet?” or “How much fur­ther?” You would sit in the back of the car and turn and wave to the peo­ple in the car be­hind you. Those were the days be­fore seat belts. If your par­ents had a sta­tion wagon or a ute you may sit in the back with­out a care in the world. There were not any laws or rules that ap­plied at the time that re­quired pas­sen­gers or drivers for that mat­ter to be har­nessed in any way. Not that I regret the pass­ing of those times, it was af­ter all a more care­free world that we in­hab­ited. Events and tragedy have seen the cre­ation and pass­ing of leg­is­la­tion that we hope have re­duced the tragic ac­ci­dents that all too often hap­pened in the past.

Our kids, when they were younger and de­pend­ing on the decade, would play games in the car such as “I Spy”. Re­cently I saw a fam­ily still play­ing this when out on an ex­cur­sion. I can re­call our youngest play­ing “I Spy” when she said “I spy some­thing be­gin­ning with F” af­ter some con­sid­er­able time we gave up and asked what it was “fongs (thongs)” was the re­sponse. As they grew older games such as “Don­key Kong” kept them amused in the car and much later still when our first grand­child ap­peared on the scene it was a por­ta­ble DVD player.

But now to the present time, as we have be­come older it may be time for my wife and I to join the “Grey No­mads”. I en­joy drives into the coun­try­side and we often take our lit­tle dog along for the ride as she likes to ex­plore new realms. Treks along­side creeks or rivers are a favourite for our lit­tle ca­nine. Look­ing un­der logs, sniff­ing around trees and rocks to find out what or who has been around is her favourite pas­time.

As for me, one of my favourite pas­times is pho­tograph­ing his­toric sites and vil­lages as many of you who fol­low my post­ings in var­i­ous Face­book and Flickr groups would know.

Some twenty five years ago, my wife and I went on a road trip to Grif­fith in the Rive­rina to visit rel­a­tives. We were ac­com­pa­nied by my wife’s par­ents at the time. In the past few weeks or so, my wife and I re­traced our trip to Grif­fith to some de­gree. It was amaz­ing to see the pad­docks so green down on the South West Slopes and the Rive­rina. We did not take our dog on this oc­ca­sion but I re­ally en­joyed stop­ping and pho­tograph­ing many of the old build­ings and towns along the way. For­tu­nately for us, we were trav­el­ling around the south west of New South Wales and the Mur­ray Val­ley be­fore the heavy rains came which has caused so many prob­lems of flood­ing for res­i­dents in the west and south west.

We were lucky to strike fine weather just about ev­ery­where we went. One high­light of the trip was a re­turn visit to the Grif­fith Pioneer Vil­lage of which one of my wife’s late rel­a­tives was awarded Life Mem­ber­ship of the As­so­ci­a­tion that runs the vil­lage. Also we made a re­turn visit to the his­toric port of Echuca in Vic­to­ria. We made a num­ber of other stops or vis­its to Jel­rilderie, Car­coar, Cowra. Corowa, Co­bram, Yar­ra­wonga and Coota­mundra, De­niliquin, Young and Temora, as was also a visit to the Cho­co­late & Liquorice Fac­tory at Junee.

Now that we have sold our busi­ness (see ar­ti­cle else­where in this mag­a­zine) I hope to be able to take more coun­try trips and you will note be­low new con­tact de­tails for the for­ward­ing of any con­tri­bu­tions or com­ments re­gard­ing “Mem­o­ries” in this mag­a­zine.

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