Hal Pratt


My association with silos goes back to my early childhood. From my bed as a five-year-old I had a view of the town silos a short block away. My bedroom was the front verandah of a small cottage in Parkes in central western NSW. The verandah was a few metres from the footpath and completely open to all weather. We had moved from Wagga Wagga to Parkes when my father was appointed secretary of the Wheatgrowers Union, Parkes then being the geographical centre of the grain belt.



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