THIS RECORDS A DAY WHEN I BEGGED MY ELDERS TO STOP AT THE CREEK ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL & LET ME SCRAPE THE PICKLES OFF MY BREAD & BUTTER. LIKE MUSHY OVERCOOKED BROWN PORRIDGE WITH A TABLESPOON OF MILK, THEY UPSET MY DELICATE STOMACH & MADE ME FEARFUL OF VOMITING.

THE MISSIONARIES DOLED OUT QUARTERS OF ORANGES, APPLES OR BANANAS ONCE A WEEK BECAUSE CHURCH & STATE GAVE THEM NOTHING. THEY WERE FORBIDDEN TO ASK FOR CHARITY & WERE EXPECTED TO PRAY FOR ALL THEIR NEEDS. 

THANKFULLY, THE BAKER, MR KYLIE, THE FRUIT VENDOR, MR LAWRENCE & OTHER KIND-HEARTED SOULS UNCONSCIOUSLY HEARD THEIR PRAYERS WHEN THE PANTRY WAS BARE, WITH NO FOOD FOR ANYONE.

THE OVAL YELLOW FRUIT WITH THE SPIKED TIPS ARE GEEBUNG, WHICH I LIKED & THE BIG WHITE DOTS ARE LILLY PILLY (AN ASTRINGENT BERRY). THE RED FRUITS WITH THE YELLOW CAPS ARE WILD CHERRY (MY FAVOURITES). 

THE DOTTING & LEAF SHAPES REPRESENT THE BUSH & THE WAVY BLUE LINE IS THE LITTLE CREEK RUNNING UNDER THE RICKETY OLD BRIDGE WE CROSSED EVERY DAY.