Every family had a story, and I loved learning mine…
Andra Putnis, 46, Canberra, ACT.
I tumbled out of the car, feeling tired and messy. The sun was starting to set, and it had been a long drive from our hometown of Toowoomba, Qld, to Redhead in Newcastle, NSW.
“Ring the doorbell,” my mum, Inta, instructed.
I did as she said and then stood beside my sisters Liana, six, and Mara, four, waiting for Grandma Milda to answer. At nine, I was the oldest of us girls.
The door swung open, and Grandma Milda appeared, smartly dressed and statuesque, with her hair set.
“My little babies,” she beamed. “Come in.”
She ushered us into the kitchen where she fed us cold cucumber, dill and sour cream soup.
We were then…
