Dad, fencing and Nana

My first “snippet” jumped into my brain when watching “Midsomer Murders” last night and just won’t go away. 

There was a scene with two people fencing.   Yep, that kind of fencing not the sort you use to keep the cows from straying. Well, I was flipped right back to my childhood and mum laughing hysterically when recalling the story of dad’s determination to learn to fence.  A rather unusual sport in Port Adelaide and towards the end of the Great Depression, I would have thought.

Dad was a lodger with her parents, at the time of his fencing sojourn, and mum was 13 years younger so her remembering was always told through the eyes of the child she was.  Why the hilarity?

Well dad, for whatever reason, was determined to dress as appropriately as possible in his daily practice with her mum, my Nana, Elizabeth Mary Allan.  For his facial protection he trawled through the kitchen cupboards and found the appropriate article – a colander which he strapped to his face. Mum’s laughter increased as she described the positioning of the handles over dad’s forehead and below his chin.

Never can I see a picture, or a film, of people dressed for “fencing” without hearing mum’s shrieks of childhood laughter.  A precious memory.  


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