At some point Father decided Mother should learn to drive. He gave her a driving lesson. We had not moved when she immediately snapped the handbrake handle off. She held it up and with a fit of the giggles she asked Father if it was important. We kids in the back seat were hysterical with laughter.
'Sis, why are you pulling over into the gravel at the side of the road when you need to turn right? Stay in the middle of the road.'
'There is a car behind me Wal, I will let him pass and then I will turn.'
The engine revved and the clutch was abruptly released and with a spray of gravel and billowing dust, around the corner we went. I think that was Mother's last attempt at driving. The car was like this, an HR Holden, without the blinds. It was the first car that Father bought that was not a bomb. It was so posh, with an electric back window. The longer we had the car, the slower the window worked.
I would guess less than half the female population drove then. I am quite pleased Mother never learnt to drive. The thought of her driving now is unthinkable.
Interesting find when fact checking. Where Mother spun the car wheels was the corner of what is now called the Moe Walhalla Road and Prudents Track. Neither road names are familiar to me. Old Sale Road comes to mind though.