Our final house with the Salvation Army had been a brick one. Yvette, who was five years old when we resigned, was very impressed with this. In fact over the months following she would remind us. Whenever the subject of houses came up she would say, “Don’t forget you said we were going to have a brick home again one day.” I wondered if she was influenced by the story of the Three Little Pigs and the brick house that couldn’t be blown down. However, I made a point of asking her the other day and she does not recall ever saying it.
If you read my last two blogs you will know that we were glad to have a roof over our head regardless of the materials with which it was built. So you can imagine our surprise when a few days after we had moved into the second house in just over twelve months we received a letter telling us to get ready to move.
When we first arrived in Mildura in 1977 we had registered with the Ministry of Housing. I was not very excited about this as their houses were of fibro or weatherboard and some areas had a bad reputation. However, as the years trickled by we had forgotten that we’d ever registered. What a surprise! The letter advised us that we were now at the top of the waiting list and were eligible for one of the new Commission Homes being built in Benetook Avenue. Being inquisitive we went down to check them out. They were all lovely brick homes, each one a different style so I was determined to be happy with whichever we were given. One house was particularly suitable for a family of six; it had a Lounge/living area at the front and a second living area at the back and it was on the front of the Estate directly opposite a vineyard. I knew this was the one I’d like, if I had a choice.
When we picked up the keys how delighted were we to find that indeed we had been given the house we would have chosen. We elected to purchase it when the opportunity arose and stayed there until the need for further employment moved us on. (See ice creams chapter 13) If I have learned anything in this life it’s that nothing takes God by surprise. We had prayed that God would provide a home for our family somehow. We had lived in a tent, a caravan, a holiday home (in Tasmania), someone else’s fibro Commission home and three weeks in another rental. God knew that there were new brick homes on the agenda of the Ministry and when the time was right he answered our prayer. Once again; thank you God!
The front of 1064 Benetook Ave, our four girls with a friend