27/08/2021
Over the years I have tried to explain to my students around the world, the conditions for people at the Lake Bolac Flax Mill. This photo is taken of 2 Land Girls who worked during the war (who had a "proper home" somewhere else,) but after the WWII people who were termed "displaced people" were sent to our little town to work at the Flax Mill.
As a "snooping little kid" I would "miss" the school bus and go back to the Mill with the children who had been sent to our 2 teacher primary school. Most of the kids could not speak English and I was fascinated by it all. (Well I only "missed" the bus a few times until my parents discussed that in the future there might some unpleasant consequences if I continued.)
After giving you the background of my stories, here is an actual photo of these rooms which had been used, initially, for the Land Girls and were then, used as accommodation for the migrants. However, instead of 2 single adults, whole families lived in these rooms. Everything they owned and all the family were in one room. I can remember, parents and up to 3 children in these rooms.... AND NOTE: ... they were grateful for the shelter and opportunities offered!
Our family, particularly my Mum, took a lot of interest in the people and as a result we met people who expanded our consciousness. Not only different customs and cuisine, but also their expectations. These people were from different countries, educational /social/ economic all mixed together .
At the beginning, as a child I could not understand the hygiene of the children, not recognising that they were lucky to have 2 sets of clothes. Most did not have shoes and I judged them as dirty. I can remember Mum spending time to explain to me, they were surviving from a terrible time and many people had to share bathroom facilities. I think back now, and to me, these people were heroes.
Anyway, seeing this photo reminded me of how powerfully this influenced me and I thought I would share it with you.