When I was a boy I spent a lot of time roaming around the Sutherland Shire and the the surrounding National park and crown land.
I would walk and jog along the tracks and trails mostly every weekend starting off from dad's rented house on Princes highway Kirrawee
up to Sutherland where I attended school during the week, across the railway bridge
at Sutho station, down through the cemetery gates through the passages past the crypts
and graves. Here was the the Crematorium where my grandma Lucy had been burnt
up and her ashes put in the alcove of a wall with hundreds of others, down along to
where my brother Bobby's unmarked grave lay among the weeds straight along and
through the fence where there was a large old redgum onto First Avenue Loftus where
the old bush house of my grandfather Harry stood.
Right at the end it turned into a bush track. Here was the old humpy house of my grandfather
Harry and Grandma Lucy. click.
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