My next door neighbour did the £10 assisted passage from UK to Tasmania with wife and 6 kids. Billeted like army quarters, they eventually got a normal home. Frequent bush fires caused much angst for his wife and so they returned to UK. My mum's handwriting was same as postcard talking of dogs and shipping to London. There's a name for the style which escapes me right now. I don't think any cursive writing is taught anymore in UK schools.
Ten-pound poms search will bring up plenty info. Interestingly, my parents, refugees after WW2 from Germany, were making plans to emmigrate to Canada in late 50's but my younger brother unexpectedly came along so got shelved. I think integration was difficult first time migrating, being single, to attempt another, with 3 young children, was too much for my mother. Even as children, we were different, not having close relatives, no Oma, Tante, Vetter. I only met my father's parents once, my mother's brother and family once, in 1966, that was it, without any language skills to communicate.
IT HAPPENED
WOW!
Edit: and the Sulfur-crested Cockatoo can be taught many tricks, but not taught to shut up at 5am.
Cheers! Wait for the second part…
Beautiful. My favorites are the animals, of course Lol
The overhead view is Sydney Harbour before the Opera House?
I enjoy trying to translate German (in the app) because you get to tease out words and meanings from the very long string of letters
Yes, construction of the current Opera commenced in 1959.
I thought so. Thank you
Takk
Herr Ettertanke
Jon
Cheers!
My next door neighbour did the £10 assisted passage from UK to Tasmania with wife and 6 kids. Billeted like army quarters, they eventually got a normal home. Frequent bush fires caused much angst for his wife and so they returned to UK. My mum's handwriting was same as postcard talking of dogs and shipping to London. There's a name for the style which escapes me right now. I don't think any cursive writing is taught anymore in UK schools.
10 quid? Well, that was quite some money back then in terms of purchasing power…
Ten-pound poms search will bring up plenty info. Interestingly, my parents, refugees after WW2 from Germany, were making plans to emmigrate to Canada in late 50's but my younger brother unexpectedly came along so got shelved. I think integration was difficult first time migrating, being single, to attempt another, with 3 young children, was too much for my mother. Even as children, we were different, not having close relatives, no Oma, Tante, Vetter. I only met my father's parents once, my mother's brother and family once, in 1966, that was it, without any language skills to communicate.