I was going through some old photos today and found this. I have no idea exactly when or where it was taken, but I think my mother (on the right ) must have been about 19 or 20 at the time. She was not yet married, and I vaguely recall her telling me it was when she invited a city friend of hers home to her family's place in country Victoria for a weekend visit.
Mum was working in Melbourne then, having made the (very unpopular) decision to look further afield than the delights of the Western District farmlands for her future.
In a close-knit rural community, anyone who left in those days was considered something of a class traitor. Never let anyone tell you Australia is a classless society - we just do it differently. To the day she died, most of her family genuinely believed she felt she was too good for them, and it caused her a great deal of pain. The concept of adventuring beyond where you "belonged" at that time, especially for a woman, was just not on. Going off to war was the only legitimate excuse for roaming, and then of course the women had to remain to run the farms and businesses by themselves.
Mum's father returned from the war but had been gassed, and was an invalid for some years before succumbing to a cancer most probably caused by its effects. It was considered that the boys (five of them) needed an education or trade, so Mum was obliged to leave school at fourteen to maintain the house and look after their needs while her mother nursed her father around the clock. Gender equality came late to the bush.
After her father's death she set up her own small business making ball gowns for the local debs and doing general dressmaking - no mean feat in those days for a young girl - but it wasn't enough. Theatre, art, music, parties and a social circle beyond the local squatters' offspring beckoned, and she responded.
I love this photo. It shows two elegant, confident young women, who would have been given a pretty rough time for showing up in their city clobber complete with pearls, heels and sheer stockings. They seem to have a sort of conspiratorial Attitude to them.
Mum often went back. She loved her family, she loved the green velvet hills and the gums that lined the roads and paddocks, and deeply respected the people who worked the land. She just did it on her own terms.