As they were sponsored by the Anglican Church we didn't go into a migrant hostel, but rather a boarding house in Neutral Bay, Sydney organised by the church. Within a couple of days Dad had a job, and had found a apartment in Hunters Hill. My uncle's family followed six months later and went to a migrant hostel (Cabramatta, I believe). We visited, and it was dreadful, Nissan huts on an ex army base. Luckily, another apartment became available in the same building we were in, and they moved there not long after.
This poster and explanation were part of an exhibition at the National Library in Canberra.
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Some of my relations jumped at the chance, too. A new life on the other side of the world. Never returned to Britain.
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