The Lost Child

Henley Beach in the 1950s was a very different place, there were fewer shops, quieter roads and everyone knew everyone else. I would probably have been about 2 or 3 the day I got “lost”. Maybe it was after Jaynie was born and Mum was busy with the new baby so it was a while before she realized she had no idea where I was. She searched the house and the yard but there was no sign of me so then she moved further afield and I guess panic set in. All the neighbours became involved.

We lived not far from the beach and tramline then across the road and up a bit were paddocks and in one was the black stallion, “Mercury”. I guess everyone would have been visualising the worst scenario until someone glanced back at the house and saw the little face at the window fascinated by all the activity.  I was standing between the couch and the window so maybe when Mum looked around the house I was actually poking about behind the couch, who knows?


You didn’t know that about Nana did you?

Do I look as though I’d deliberately hide?

Author: macmsue

I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”

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