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"HE GOES to the local shows with his father on some Fridays," my teacher at St Joseph's, the Bega convent primary school, explained to the public inspector. He was checking the attendance rolls on a yearly visit. The nuns had us primed to be on our best behaviour towards an outsider, if not an enemy. The inspector just nodded. I felt proud to be singled out and to have my absences, holiday jaunts as I saw them, accepted as being part of the order of things.
My father, an enthusiastic exhibitor of farm produce, fruit and vegetables, often took me with him, when I was aged eight to eleven, on the first of the two days of the local shows when entries were displayed ...