"It takes a while to familiarise oneself with local customs and I had my fair share of making errors"
In the first six months following my arrival in Australia from the UK (at a tender age of 19), I had learnt a few of the Australian colloquialisms such as arvo, postie, pressie and bring a plate.
It takes a while to familiarise oneself with local customs and I had my fair share of making errors.
One day when out with my husband Syd, I saw a poster with comments about a Polly Farmer.
I naively asked him what type of farmer was a “Polly” one. Syd responded by laughing his head off before telling me he was a footballer. There was more to come.
Returning from our honeymoon, Syd wanted to visit his Uncle Harold who was a wheat and sheep farmer in Arrino, just out of Three Springs.
He was a cheerful, down-to-earth man and I immediately liked him.
Upon entering the house it was obvious that house cleaning was not a priority with Harold. The kitchen was full of tins of fat that he had accumulated over the years from cooking roasts!