Do you call this a beach?
This week’s prompt Faces On The Beach has me exclaiming, in my broadest possible Australian accent “Where’s the beach? All I can see are pebbles and rocks!”
The young people do seem jolly enough but they obviously haven’t seen the golden sands and sparkling surf of real beaches.
My family took to the beaches..
Byron Bay is the touchstone of my paternal family; a place where generations lived, worked and played. The beach, and in particular the surf club, was the great equalizer in Byron Bay,
It was on the beach, at the Surf Club, and at places such as the extremely popular Seabreeze Dance Floor, that young people of all backgrounds met and played.
and became lifesavers.
My family has had a long involvement with the Byron Bay Surf Life Saving Club. Pictured below is my great aunt Iris Edna Harris (far right) standing beside her future? husband Frederick Norman Poolman at Byron Bay (second from right). Fred Poolman’s sister Coralie was also heavily involved in fundraising for the club.
My grandfather .William Henry Allan Harris was a longtime member of the club, initially as a junior member. He was appointed as captain of the club during World War 2 and only relinquished the position in early 1945 on being transferred to Cowra.
He was the captain in those years as many of the younger men, were away at war while he was classified as an essential worker.
In later years my grandfather transferred his love of the beach to a passion for beach fishing.
I still have his Bronze Medallion (Lifesaving)from this time.
We swam in rivers and creeks.
while others sat on the beach.
And then it was my turn.
My love of the beach, any beach, developed at a very young age, and, as shown by my photos, so did my love of wearing white tee-shirts to the beach.
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