I grew up in the long, hot, dry summers of Country Victoria. It was relentless, oppressive heat. It was hot northerly winds that burnt your nose when you took a breath and it was brown land and dead grass as far as the eye could see. Mum and Dad worked hard to put food on the table. Dad on the farm from sun up to sun down. Mum in town, selling first office equipment and later cars. There wasn’t much room in the budget for luxuries like ice cream or air conditioning.
When good things came made with love and still cost 5c
