~ 1965 ~
1965 has been a fun year for me. Well for my sister too I suppose. My twin sister that is. I love her most of the time. Well she drives me crazy actually, but I guess I still love her.
was the best year because we turned 10. A lot of fun things happened this year,
but turning 10 was definitely the best thing.
It was March, and we were already trying to choose what color dresses we would wear for our birthday. I wanted yellow but my sister wanted green. Weve already got so many green dresses. She should know that. Anyway Mum will probably decide what color she wants and make them the same anyway. But Mum told us that before our birthday we had to get new glasses. It was a Monday and we had to take the day off school to go and choose the glasses.
The shop was in Malvern and the name of the man was Dr. Morris. Mum said that was funny because it was a Dr. Morris that delivered us. Anyway I dont remember him what ever his name was. He was a dusty little man and his suit smelt. It smelt like it had been locked away in a box for 10 years. The walls of the shop were all covered in wood paneling and all the glasses were sitting on wire stands.
Auntie had driven us down to Malvern that day. She promised to take us for lunch somewhere after we had finished. It took so long. My sister was so fussy. She must have tried on fifty pairs of glasses. She looked horrible in all of them. Finally we decided on a pair we liked. Mum agreed that as long as we were both happy, that was fine. Auntie thought they looked very strange, but we got them. One pair red and one pair blue. Wait till the girls at school see these cats eyes glasses. They look so great. Auntie took us for lunch on the way home at a Coffee Lounge in Balwyn. I think we had toasted ham sandwiches. It wasnt very nice.
a car pulled up in the drive. Mum said we couldnt go out because its
still raining. Dad came in the door with his leather satchel dripping wet. My
brother ran up and jumped into his arms.
We finished our mince and went for a drive that night. It was 8.00pm so nothing was open. We couldnt get a drink or anything. But we drove and drove. My brother got to sit in the front between Mum and Dad. Its not fair, we had to sit in the back and the seats were so cold and slippery. But it didnt matter. It had a radio and you changed the station by pushing buttons. I couldnt believe it, 5 buttons to push and 5 different stations. Dad said that next Sunday after church we would go for another drive in the Holden.
It was so cold in the car. Mum made Dad turn on the heater, but it was still cold. All the windows were fogging up and Dad tried to wipe it off with his hand. It was worse.
When we got to stop and play in the snow, Mum stayed in the car. She was too cold. If anyone should have been cold it should have been my brother. He only had shorts on and little gum boots. I dont think he has any long pants. He screamed when snow fell down his boots. Dad had to pick him up and carry him for a while.
We picked up snowballs and threw them at the window of the car where Mum was sitting. I think she was happy to watch the three of us playing. She just sat there and smiled.
On the way home my brother took his boots off and water came out. His socks were all wet. He fell asleep on the back seat, so I put his feet under my jumper to keep them warm.
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They were very old. 100 I think, but Im not sure. When we went to their house we had to just sit in the front room. We couldnt walk around or anything. My brother started touching the piano and Auntie Nell told him to stop. The house was so big. There was a long passage from the front room all the way to the back. I didnt want to go down there anyway. There were big curtains covering the windows, which made it very dark in the room.
My sister started to giggle when the Aunties werent in the room. Well actually I think was Mum that started it first and then my sister couldnt stop.
We sat for so long while Auntie Elsie and Auntie Nell kept leaving the room together and going to the kitchen. Every time they did we all looked at each other and giggled. Dad didnt giggle. He gave us that look. My brother got excited hearing us giggle and started stomping his feet on the wooden floor. A china plate sitting in a cabinet started to rock, so Dad grabbed him and squeezed his arm tight. Well squeezed and lifted actually. My brothers shoulder was nearly in his ear. He didnt make a sound after that. He just sat on a padded footstool next to Mum.
Finally we got to leave the house. We walked down to a park so we could go on some swings and monkey bars. Auntie Elsie and Auntie Nell both put on hats to go to the park. They looked funny. Auntie Elsie looked like Grandpa, but Mum said that in Tasmania everyone looked like that.
It was a Sunday and we were at church. But all I could think of was for it to finish so we could go on our picnic.
Normally we go to Grandma and Grandpas for lunch on Sunday. Grandma cooks a roast and fries some onion to go with the potatoes. Mum never cooks onion.
has an outside toilet. One Sunday during lunch I asked why Grandma had an outside
dunny. Everyone just stared. Dad put down his knife and fork and dragged me into
the bathroom. He told me if I ever used vulgar language like that again hed
scrub my mouth out with soap. I kind of sniggered and he got really mad and reached
for the soap. It popped out of his hand and landed in the bath, so he didnt
bother to pick it up. He just smeared his soapy fingers around my lips and told
me to never talk like that again.
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said we would go to a park at Olinda for a picnic. Olinda is a long way.
Just then Mum said to us;
look now but I think Dads about to take a photo,
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Randal Young wrote this story in 1997 as a gift for his sister, Robyn Young on her 42nd Birthday.
The story is a combination of memories and imagination woven around the events depicted in the photos from that year.
The narration of the story is told by one of the twin sisters whose identity is only revealed in the last paragraph to be Kerrie Young.
Kerrie had passed away in 1969 at the age of 14 years, four years after these photo's were taken