A child's eye account of life on The Glebe, Hobart, post-World War Two. My parents were just getting re-acquainted after war-time separation, and my mother had just lost her own mother. She had moved away from her close-knit relatives while her own family kept growing. For a small boy, running free on The Domain was a relief from his, at times, difficult and violent father who was suffering trauma from his Army service in New Guinea. It was a refuge and an education.