One year around 1928 the younger Turner girls were excited about Father Christmas coming.
“Don’t get too excited, he might not come. We are a long way out,” they were told.
On Christmas morning they rushed to check their stockings and there in each stocking was a shiny red apple.
“He’s been. Father Christmas didn’t forget us,” they said excitedly.
Aunty Vera told my cousin Lorraine that they carried those shiny red apples around with them all day because Father Christmas had given them to them.
The following year the Turner girls found peg dolls in their stockings.
The dolls had hair they could comb, this was probably wool.
They made a dolls house under an old tree whose roots were exposed and their dolls slept on beds of pine cones.
They also added different coloured stones to the dolls house to decorate it.
They were very happy because Father Christmas had come once again.
The next year something special happened.
Aunty Gladys was staring at a doll in a shop window in Murray Bridge.
She told me, “I knew I couldn’t have her but I just wanted to look.”
Anyway, as Auntie Gladys gazed longingly at the doll a lady, who was a total stranger, watched her.
It was obvious that poverty accompanied Aunt Gladys.
It was her clothes and I’d say and apparent lack of shoes.
After a while the lady approached Aunty Gladys and asked “would you like that doll?”
Aunty Gladys said yes, never thinking the lady would act on her answer.
The lady disappeared into the shop and returned with the doll which she handed to Aunty Gladys.
Aunty Gladys took the doll home to share with her two younger sisters Doris and Vera.
A stranger’s random act of kindness meant so much to three impoverished little girls.
The doll can be seen in the photograph.
Ellen White, a member of Murray Bridge and District Historical Society Inc., “a community saving our past”