Our Uncle (and Auntie and cousins) lived on the next-door farm and our houses were close enough to walk to and from and to play together. In fact we were like one family. If we didn't turn up for meals at one house our mothers knew we were being fed at the other house! Our Uncle was always there for us and among the many times he shared with us was helping my brother dam the creek so we could have a swimming hole. Then he taught each of us to swim and would take us out to the Hot Springs to teach us to swim lengths in the big pools. We also spent hours in the flax bushes as he taught us to make various fun things like daggers and spears as well as the usual baskets and balls of various sizes which we used for our games. As we got older, up would come our Uncle to teach us to drive in the paddocks in his big old chevvy. He was the very best next door Uncle that anyone could ever have. We learnt so much and he had infinite patience. He would have made such a good teacher! And we were lucky kids!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.