I took a drive this morning, mainly to get out of the house and just see where my wheels might take me. As I drive heading towards the Perth hills I turned towards Kalamunda and thought of a hills location my mother used to take us as children to purchase fruit, Karragullen.

After we’d arrived from Sydney in the late 1970s, my mother sought out quality fresh fruit from grower-direct suppliers. We bought from the Guilarducci family (hope I spelt correctly) for years before moving away, they were like family, the mother even having us into her home occasionally. Sadly, we learned she passed a few years later of breast cancer.

I hadn’t been out that way for probably twenty years or more, yet all still remained oddly familiar, fruit she’s not having changed at all. The fruit I buy in supermarkets today isn’t a patch on that we bought here years ago, and lasts far less time (though my brother did his best to ensure no fruit had time to spoil).

Nice to see things of old occasionally.

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