`we were better off when things were worse`.......
15TH century Tuscan saying ....
My dad grew all our vegetables and fruit and he had to work on the construction of the Hazelwood Power Station to keep the farm afloat , I remember a copper that was heated from below with wood to boil the water to clean the bed sheets every Sunday , I also remember tomatoes that were picked when ripe and full of flavour ....the Gravenstein apples so full of flavour and juice , it was on the family farm that I fell in love with the quince blossom , the fruit and the beautiful leaf of the quince tree.
Oh and the big fig tree that grew in front of the farm house , the big purple figs so fleshy and full of God`s nector ...I`ve never sickened of figs ...
The farm was hard work and proved harder when my dad Jackiw Grunberg was taken away to a psychiatric ward to have his post traumatic stress issues dealt with ....at this time his behaviour was strange ...he wouldn't allow certain colours in the house , nor radios , we were living in a war zone .......all due to time he was interred in a prisoner of war camp .Many of the families from the Ukrane / Russian community that I knew in the Latrobe Valley in the 60`suffered similar torments of war .......
Seriously a new generation of war savaged families are living the traumas now in 2016 ....not much has changed ...except the tomatoes ,there is no commercially grown tomato that is bred for flavour!
15TH century Tuscan saying ....
My dad grew all our vegetables and fruit and he had to work on the construction of the Hazelwood Power Station to keep the farm afloat , I remember a copper that was heated from below with wood to boil the water to clean the bed sheets every Sunday , I also remember tomatoes that were picked when ripe and full of flavour ....the Gravenstein apples so full of flavour and juice , it was on the family farm that I fell in love with the quince blossom , the fruit and the beautiful leaf of the quince tree.
Oh and the big fig tree that grew in front of the farm house , the big purple figs so fleshy and full of God`s nector ...I`ve never sickened of figs ...
The farm was hard work and proved harder when my dad Jackiw Grunberg was taken away to a psychiatric ward to have his post traumatic stress issues dealt with ....at this time his behaviour was strange ...he wouldn't allow certain colours in the house , nor radios , we were living in a war zone .......all due to time he was interred in a prisoner of war camp .Many of the families from the Ukrane / Russian community that I knew in the Latrobe Valley in the 60`suffered similar torments of war .......
Seriously a new generation of war savaged families are living the traumas now in 2016 ....not much has changed ...except the tomatoes ,there is no commercially grown tomato that is bred for flavour!
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