Saturday, June 03, 2006
Sunday Scribblings #10 - ... earliest memory
My earliest memory is probably so vivid because of this photo of my young parents and 3 year old me with my Oma, my father´s mother. I remember bits and pieces of this day, the day that my parents and I left our little town of Fohnsdorf to first spend a few days with relatives in Vienna and then leave the country to go and live in far away Australia. After months of planning, selling bikes, winter coats and household items and trying to learn english, my mother said goodbye to her parents and my father farewelled his mother and we drove away to a start a new life. This was back in 1969 and my mother was pregnant with my little brother who was born in Sydney about 4 months later. My parents knew that it wouldn´t be possible to just pick up the phone and call overseas, they didn´t know if they´d be able to come back for a holiday soon or ever, if they would see their relatives again or what their lives would really be like in the "new country". I can only imagine what was going through their minds as we drove away in my father´s little VW beatle, past their friend´s houses, past their schools and everything they knew so well and out of town. I remember feeling excited and I can remember looking out of the back window as we were driving away, waving and thinking "why is Oma crying?".