Migrant construction workers in the 50s - Dad was working as a tradie for two years as part of his contract to come to Australia. He's second from right, smoking a pipe I have just been reading the e-book recently launched by the Heritage Council of Port Phillip , about those who arrived in ships at Melbourne’s Station Pier in the post war immigration era. It’s been a fascinating read not the least because it is a part of my own story.* While the stories are a mixed bag – some celebratory and some sad, the enduring thread is the bravery of those who dared to make that journey, that leap of faith, to leave their families and homelands and seek a new life in a country far away, one which was often stranger than they could ever have imagined. Many now question how it was that such large numbers of people could have been peacefully integrated over the ensuing decades, when we have such difficulty now. Listening to the vehement arguments about immigration...
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