My Dad was the youngest of five kids when his family was forced to leave their southern metropolitan market garden operation in 1933. They took up a derelict dairy farm that had been abandoned in 1926 when bushfires destroyed everything except the small farmhous which had been built in 1919. Dad attended the local primary school and won a scholarship later that year to attend a prestigious inner city boarding college for his secondary school years.
He didn't reside on the premises even thought there were facilities for 95 boys to do just that: his favourite aunt (who had qualified as the nation's first female librarian) lived just ¾ of a mile from the school. He saw out the next four years there but hated it cos he was a country boy at heart and yearned for a return to the family farm.