I grew up in a loving Christian family on a farm near Brinkworth, South Australia. Life was good even though war raged on, changing our lives in so many ways. We had rationing, our small school was closed (we found ourselves in a large school somewhat bewildered), we did fund raising and we practised drill in case of enemy attack! At home, life went on. Our church, just down the road, was the centre of our lives. We had neither abundance of wealth or lack of it and we didn’t …
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