Memories
I;am the small boy in this photo, back in 1974, my Father, Big Brother and Gran, planting trees on our new farm.
My Father was a timber cutter something went wrong, and was injured with a broken leg alone right up in the scrub, He managed to splint His leg and get into the FC, laying across the bench seat with a stick, started it in gear and used the stick to accelerate, driving 30 Miles on "goat tracks" and creek crossings,He made the Rangers station by night fall....His life had come back to Him...
I still have the Stainless steel plate from His leg hanging in my shed ..Next to MY FC SEDAN.....
