Amongst other things my grandfather was a photographer, a golfer, a farmer and of course a traveller. Until I started sorting out his holiday snaps I never realised the enormity of the trips he took with my grandmother.
First of all you have to take into consideration that they lived in a very small NSW country town; the population was approximately 2500 people. Picture red flat land, scorching hot dry summers, sheep and wheat and you get the idea. Then you also have to take into consideration that their first world trip was in 1957, which wasn’t really that long after the second world war ended. And of course there was no air travel then, it was all by cruise liner and boat. I asked Mum where they went in 1965 besides America and she said – ‘Well it wasn’t Russia because they were on a boat in cold waters in that area the year Emjay was born but they would have gone through the Panama Canal and I wonder when they went to Spain, they rented a house there for a week or two.’
The more I think about their travels the more gobsmacked I am by them. I’ve been sorting photos into Countries they visited and this is what I have so far:
Belgium – Denmark – Egypt – England – France – Germany – Gibraltor – Greece – Guernsey – Hong Kong – Singapore – India – Ireland – Italy – Netherlands – Norway – Scotland – South Africa – Spain – Sweden – Finland – New Zealand – USA – Mexico – Canada – Austria – Suva – Hawaii – Russia – Poland – Trinidad.
Not bad. My Papa was not a small man but he was a real gentle giant and when I look through the photos I can really see his sense of fun and adventure shining through; he really immersed himself in every experience that he could.
That’s him on the left with the tie on and thats my Nan with the glasses.
I’m so proud of my Nan and Papa, they inspire me, they really were adventurers.