Springbok, I'm sorry about the gauntlet and just (only just) pipping you on the year front. And he wasn't my Ggpa - he was my Gpa!

I just wish that Grandpa had talked to me as your husband's Gran did to you about her wonderful memoriesl Though his memories wouldn't have meant as much as they would have been about 'boring' local places.
While, unfortunately, I don't have Grandpa's scrapbooks, I do have articles written by his brother Charlie (#1 ticketholder of the Wagga Wagga Shearers' Union) in 1936 in the Australian Worker on the 50th anniversary of the AWU (the AWU - Australian Workers Union - was derived from the ASU - Australian Shearers Union; yes I quoted the wrong decade in my earlier post). Life was harsh in those early shearing sheds. Charlie wrote, inter alia, of some squatters giving them forks made from twisted fencing wire! But that wasn't all of the story; Charlie wrote too of the joys of nature and compared his early days - when he and his older brother, my Granpa AJ, went to their first shearing job as teenage lads in the 1870s - with Trollope's dedscription of life in Oz as one long picnic.
Let's hope someone comes along and pips me!
But, as the stories on this thread show, there are just so many wonderful stories and memories out there. So let's forget about the year and bring on the stories.
JAP