Lens-Artist-PC-64-Countryside-Small-Towns

 

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My home town.

I spent many hours playing in this Post Office.

My maternal Grandmother operated it

since before World War II until about

twelve or eighteen months prior to

her death in 1959.

 

These acorn trees seemed fairly large back in the 1950s

and they are not much larger now.

They stand at the north end of town

just outside the Hotel which, sadly, closed

late last year…according to Facebook.

 

 

 

Our Railway Station closed in the 1970s.

However, I still have vivid memories of

carting bales of wool and loading them on to railway trucks,

not mentioned unloading bags of super/fertiliser.

From memory each bag weighed 186 and 2/3 pounds

and was manually unloaded onto our truck and

then unloaded and stacked in our woolshed until

they were required to spread on to the paddocks

 

 

 

The building, left rear, is the first school I ever attended.

A new school was under construction and I only

spent a week or two there before moving to the new building.

 In the 1960s the old school was moved to its current site

where it has served a Scout Hall ever since.

The blue doors are the entrance to the town hall.

Many years ago my hometown was represented on a map

by a circle ( ⭕️) which meant the town’s population was under 150.

According to the 2016 census the township AND

the surrounding area had a total population of 322 residents.

Just thought I would throw that in as I once taught some

visiting Chinese students, some of which said they came

from a ‘small town’ of 10,000,000 residents.

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Lens-Artist Photo Challenge Patti:  Countryside

Lens-Artist Photo Challenge Leya: Countryside

Lens-Artist Photo Challenge Amy:  Countryside

Lens-Artist Photo Challenge Tina:  Countryside

 

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20 thoughts on “Lens-Artist-PC-64-Countryside-Small-Towns

  1. I thought we lived in a small town in New Hampshire with 3,000 people in the off season. (It was a summer resort location.) I love your shots and memories of your town and the fact that your grandmother ran the post office.

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    • Not only trees diminish. My Grade 1 or Grade 2 teacher was a huge woman with a booming voice and one of only two teachers who thought fit to inflict 6 of the best to the palm of my hand during my school life. She was big….all over. I met her again after I left school and attained around 6 feet of height myself. She barely came up to my shoulder and while her voice was deep nowhere near as ‘booming’ as it was when she was my teacher. Nowhere near as big as my 7 year old eyes saw her. 🙂

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  2. There is something special about small towns. Although everybody usually knows everybody’s business, people generally will still help each other in small towns giving them a rich legacy.

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