We were sitting at the lunch table a few weeks ago, my mother, three of her four children, two of her grand daughters and her great grand daughter. R was there too, along with one of the granddaughters partners.
Somehow the subject of my maternal grandfather came up. Mother, what year was he born? 1895 I think, she replied. Perfect age to go to WWI, but he did not. Mother explained that he was required to stay home as he was a market gardener producing vegetables and Australia badly needed the production.
I gazed along the table. What if he had gone to war and was killed? Only R and Shane would be sitting at the lunch table, which yes, is a silly thing to say, but it was funny when I said that without grandpop it would be a very quiet lunch with just R and Shane and none of grandpop's descendants.
Well, this is a pretty boring post. I forgot to take photos when I was recently nearby, so hop over to Janine's blog, The Resident Judge of Port Phillip, and take a look at the native grasses adorning the steps of our State Library. The post is quite a good read too, with some interesting detail of the very early days of Melbourne.