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My Dad was an unsolvable mystery to me. He married my mother when she was seventeen and they had me when she was nearly nineteen.
Jenni’s Story: At Donnybrook Railway Station, Western Australia
It was the fifth of October 1946. I was standing on the platform at Donnybrook, clutching the precious gift in my hands. I was nine years old and wearing my new frock made of white mosquito netting.
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