Frank Pullar was my father.
I remember the times he took me to the Ardmona cannery or the Kyabram cannery. I was in awe of the sight and sounds of the big busy factory that was producing thousands of cans of fruit.
When he was driving me through the orchard that his father owned and that he worked on, he told me to wave to any of the people that we saw.
Travelling along the highway, he attempted to teach me the distinctions between the jersey cows and the fresian cows, and how one of these breeds had more cream in the milk they produced.
When I told him about any problem that I was having, he would usually ask me “What are you going to do about it?
A few years ago I wrote more about Frank Pullar http://www.frankpullar.org
I was so interested in your Uncle Murray’s sketches. It then came back to me that Mum told me he had been a POW. I didn’t realize he worked on the Burma railway.I am sure the War Memorial in Canberra would be interested in his sketches.