Sometimes old photos are total mysteries. This one was with the other photos from early in grandfather Roy Christison’s career, so perhaps it is from Braefield, Milton or Shellharbour schools. What can we learn from the clothing about a possible date? 1920s perhaps, or during World War I?
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#Strongwomen. "I write about the power of trying, because I want to be okay with failing. I write about generosity because I battle selfishness. I write about joy because I know sorrow. I write about faith because I almost lost mine, and I know what it is to be broken and in need of redemption. I write about gratitude because I am thankful - for all of it." Kristin Armstrong
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