The prompt for Sepia Saturday #360 features a lady happily brandishing a drill. She was in fact working on a dive bomber in Tennessee during World War 2.
The following photograph is the only one I seem to have showing anyone in our family doing anything vaguely similar, ie manual work. This is not to say that no such work was ever done, simply that no one thought to take photographs of people doing it. It was late 1977 and my father Ian was poised on a ladder with probably a screw or nail in hand, and us acting as his assistants, intent on putting together a kit shed for the back garden of our freshly built first home in what was then a new Canberra suburb called Kaleen. There are a couple of other photographs of the house at the end of an earlier post here. At this stage there were no dividing fences, as ours was the first house on the block. There was also no grass because we hadn't prepared the ground for sewing it yet, so I doubt whether we had a mower to put in the shed, but we did have a wheelbarrow and other tools that needed to be kept safe.
Above Roger is attacking the load of topsoil we had delivered and below I am rolling it out. Funnily enough I'm even wearing a headscarf here, like the lady in the photo prompt above.
By the following year the grass had grown, although it wasn't exactly lush, and despite a hot summer we had managed to grow some vegetables. Here is Roger holding a bucket of potatoes and about to do some mowing.
Here I am showing off some more garden produce. Those paving stones I was sitting on were about to be laid all around the verandah, a painstaking job that Roger laboured over for many hours over a number of weeks. Again, no photos of him in action.
A little later Roger and his father Bob also built a brick carport beside the house. This also took a couple of weekends of hard work at least but unfortunately no photographs seem to have been taken. You can see from this recent photograph on Googlemaps that the carport still standing solidly, some forty years later. I think that some of the larger trees seen in the front garden may also have been planted by us.
As things turned out, we decided to move from Canberra to Sydney in 1980 so after all that work we only lived here for under 3 years. I still have fond memories of our Kaleen home but overall don't regret leaving Canberra.
Time to down tools for lunch, but for more riveting posts, have a look at Sepia Saturday #360