This is the house I grew up in, on a farm called Misery. The tin room you can see behind me was the kitchen. Nine kids, plus Mum and Dad, lived in this old hut. The house only had two other rooms—Mum and Dad's bedroom and the dining room. Us kids slept on the dining room floor till there was too many of us to fit. Then Dad built an open verandah out the front. It had a concrete floor and a sheet of tin at either end. The front was open so we made blinds out of flour bags to hang down in the winter time when it was cold. There was no electricity or running water but my memories of the place are some of the best memories I've got. I'd go back to that life tomorra if I could. - Jack Turner
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