I've been busy looking into my distant past. Very distant. My great grandparents and their siblings. I certainly wouldn't have had the patience to do it before the internet and the instant availability of old records. It's a great way to chew up a lot of time even now.
I wondered if I had any photos of sheds or barns from the area where my ancestors lived in Australia. Most that I found were taken in 2014, during a drought when the countryside was dry and brown.
I have so many memories of this shed at potato picking time. The bags of spuds were stored here in my Uncle George's shed and it was here that we gathered for our smoko breaks. We children ate a lot more than we earned picking up potatoes, we got very hot, dirty and tired and loved every minute of it. Mind you, most (if not all) of my siblings were happy when we were at my maternal grandparents place at Townson.
You can see how dry the land is. I think the colour of that long, dry grass is simply beautiful but it breaks my heart to see it.
This relic sits of my father's old family farm.
It took me a while to find the photo I was looking for, sometimes my filing system is a bit dodgy. I think I took this one in 2007. This one sits beside what was my maternal great-grandmothers home with the roof of my great-uncle Dave's former home in the background. (At the time it was the prickly pear I wanted to photograph.)