1915
1915We went to Station Pier on 28 June to see Rolie off on the transport ship Berrima He was going to Egypt. Charles stood back and let me hug our son until my tears soaked the shoulder of his uniform. When I stepped away, Rolie quickly wiped his cheek.
Berrima‘I’ll be fine, Mama. You look after yourself and Hector and Florence and be a good grandmother to Leslie and Ethel’s children.’
Picking up his pack and throwing it over his shoulder, our grown-up son shook hands with his father, gave me one last kiss on the cheek, bent down and kissed Florence, shook the hands of his brothers, and left to join his battalion.
Eight months after they shipped my eldest child off to the other side of the world to fight a battle that isn’t his, my daughter-in-law gave birth to another baby boy. L
