I'm a baby-boomer, born shortly after WW2. Dad was in the British Army till the end of the war, and Mum was a bus conductress with London Transport, right through the Blitz.
The family (I'm the youngest) emigrated to Australia when I was 5 years old. We kids took it in our stride, as a great adventure, but it was an enormous upheaval for my parents.
For the first three years we lived in a converted army camp, the "Heathcote Road Migrant Hostel". We lived in Quonset huts (half cylinders lying on their side, and made of corrugated iron) and had to walk a few miles and cross the Georges River on a footbridge to get to the nearest public transport (East Hills railway station).
That first summer we all thought we would die with the heat. It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit (about 40 degrees Celsius) for days on end. We didn't die!
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