Smee and Company supplied sand regularly by the ton to our front driveway entrance. Throughout my childhood, Dad was always building concrete and brick walls, and concrete paths. The block we lived on was fully organised by the 1950s. Although the chook yard and building had gone, there were nine garden beds which held crops in rotation. All had beautifully constructed paths and walls, and there was of course, situated next to the chook yard, the obligatory concrete sand pit in which I spent many happy childhood hours.
The sides of this were high enough to roof over with sheets of tin in hot weather. Dad would plug the drain hole and part fill with water. I could lay there, part in the water, and build roads with my toy Moko bulldozer. Even on the hottest days, it would be comfortable, as Dad would occasionally spray the tin sheeting with water, during smoke or tea breaks while working in the garden.
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