The old goods shed at WIngham station was managed by my grandfather, Jack Revitt. As a small girl I walked across the road with a billycan of hot morning tea and Arnotts biscuits for Poppy. Then I’d spend hours playing in the shed which seemed HUGE to me. Sometimes rats had eaten a corner of the cartons of pom poms for the slipper factory which i played with and used for dressings up. Pythons lived in the rafters to keep the rats down. Milk and cream left here for Sydney breakfasts on the milk train at night. From stacks of stuffed sweet smelling chaff bags, to the animals in a touring circus came and went via the Goods shed. Remains of its beautiful grey gum wood walls are still on a property around Mt George. Think what this shed could be today.

DM.