I come from a long line of farming families, on both sides. I grew up on a farm in rural NSW and had one of the best childhoods a kid could have. We’d spend hours climbing and gorging on mulberries from the tree out the back of the Colwell’s. Mum would make the most impressively decorated birthday cakes that we’d share with our family friends down at the riverbank. We’d
They say history is written by the victors, which is true in warfare, but when it comes to family history, it’s written by the living. The living who are separated from history by a good many years. Twenty years ago, my grandpa wrote down his ancestor’s history of arriving in Australia. I’ve just finished rewriting, editing and laying it out in a book as a keepsake for my family. I’m