WHEN I was little, the house on the corner from my grandparents in Wonthaggi had a vegetable garden that took up the whole front yard. Tall sticks held up vines heavy with plump, red tomatoes in summer. It was beautiful yet strange to see vegetables where normally there’d be lawn. Grandma told me it was the Gervasis’ place and that they were Italian, as if that would explain this unusual wonder.
Later I learned that in the 1920s and 1930s, like my grandfather who came from the north of England, men were coming from the north of Italy to work at the State Coal Mine. My grandfather was a coal miner and the Italian men subsistence farmers, but they all came for the chance of a ‘better life’.














