My mother told me that, driving along a country road in their cart, her father seemed to say the same thing to everyone who passed — Good day Tom, but she realised what he was really saying was Good day to you. From my short memory of him, and from all I have ever heard of him, he was a loveable, kindly, unselfish, unambitious, humble family man. Poor as a church mouse, but would give you anything he had. The idea of him being a farmer and grazier is a bit far fetched. I understand he was just a subsistence, struggle farmer. He might have had 50 sheep and a couple of cows, and grown a few vegetables, but they were close to the bread-line. He finished his days in Day St, Marrickville. (RHC and SMH contradict this).

I never remember my grandmother with a lopsided face. She did have a fall or something at Thirroul, and I have seen a photo of her in bed. But I was not there then.

Thora, Hope, and June Lister: These three formidable cousins have conferred by phone and decided that grandfather Tom Lister’s farm was at Cargo, an insignificant spot about 30 miles SE of Orange, not far from Mt Canobolas and therefore very cold. Hope says our mother told her that the sheep used to walk round in circles to keep a spot clear of snow for themselves, and, in the morning, she used to help her father find them. A kind of snow cave? Snow fall was measured in feet, not inches. Canobolas is 4576ft.

Thora Glasson got in touch with Mary Phillips, who years ago took her to see Woodstock. Mary says the name has changed to Coffee Hills. The area is or was called Paling Yard Creek. The last time she saw it there was only rubble left. People had taken anything useful, but some fruit trees remained. Mary left the area in 1967. She says it is now a vineyard. Paling Yard Creek is on the right side about 10 miles from Orange towards Canobolas, near Cargo.