Almost fifty years later I can still remember the smell and the thud of the rubber ink stamp going into my passbook. Back then, everyone had a Commonwealth Bank account, as we were automatically (it seems) signed up at school. I also seem to remember we would take our coins to school weekly, and somehow, the money was automatically added to our accounts. Magic? Along the way, I would sometimes go to the post office at South Lismore and add money to my account, which is where I remember the smell (and the sound) of the ink stamp.
Compared with many other parts of Lismore, South Lismore remains very similar to the place where I grew up. Most of the buildings are still here, and many of the same families still inhabit them.