heh I grew up around shearers and shearing sheds because one of my uncles was the station manager on a sheep property in Victoria. I didn't think too much of it as a kid, but I guess it was kind of funny, seeing the shearers having to curb their language and behavior because there was a 'little lady' around.
My aunt was the shearers' cook and they all lived with a deep reverence for her. She was not at all intimidated by them, and many a lad went without a meal for complaining about her food. They learned pretty quick not to whinge.
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Date: 2008-11-30 12:27 am (UTC)My aunt was the shearers' cook and they all lived with a deep reverence for her. She was not at all intimidated by them, and many a lad went without a meal for complaining about her food. They learned pretty quick not to whinge.