My husband was raised on a small farm in the Adelaide Hills. He was one of 6 boys and times were hard and money tight. His father was a returned serviceman who was trying to make a living off the land, with not a lot of success. Not much money for the necessities of life, let alone trying to feed, clothe and educate 6 boys.
Making do was the way of life as is shown in this shot of farm buildings and fences. This photo was taken years after they left the farm, when some of the boys went back to scatter 'Ron's" ashes on the farm on which they had worked so hard to eke out a living. To this day we still describe a run down, falling down makeshift fence as a "Ron's fence".