Violet Jean Wisbey

   Another name for Violet is Violet Jean Wisbey.

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Notes for Violet Jean WISBEY:
Birth ref#19552, Colac, 1916
I have her birth certificate.
I have her marriage certificate.


Violet Jean Hayes (WISBEY)( known as Jean) was born on the 26th of Augu st 1916. She is the first child of Violet and William WISBEY. She liv ed in Beeac until she was 2 years old then moved to Brighton, Melbourne.
" My father had been an onion grower but had taken up employment in the Go vernment cool stores. My brother was born at home on the 15th of May 191 9. My first memory is of that day, being taken into the bedroom by the T &G nurse to see my brother. From then on my memory has been very cle ar on the most important happenings.
At three and a half years of age we moved to Durrant Street North Brighto n. At that time there was a big flu epidemic and Alan (my brother), th en a baby, caught the flu badly and couldn't drink milk. But for the ski ll of a local doctor he would have died. He was fed on milk arrowroot bisc uits soaked in water. My memories are of being sent to buy cream every Su nday at the local dairy and getting the cream in a jug and dipping my fing er in it all the way home in spite of many reprimands. Also as a tre at we were given bread and dripping after school. My father took me in to Melbourne when I was about four to see the late Prince of Wales. I reme mber sitting on his shoulders but don't think I saw the prince as it was s uch a big crowd.
I was over six years old before I started school. I attended North Bright on School until I was eight years old. A Torres Islander girl named Ruby w orked at the local greengrocers. Ruby took me to Sunday school at St. And rew's Church. It was a beautiful bluestone church at middle Brighton and o ne of the oldest in the state. This church is now the scene of many love ly weddings.
While living in Durrant Street, the local fruiterer took me along with h is children in his delivery van drawn by a horse down to Port Melbourne do ck to see the American Fleet come in. I also saw and heard a wireless f or the first time. The next door neighbor had what was called a cats whisk er set. You had to wear earphones They then put the set in a big glass di sh and could miraculously hear without earphones.

My father decided to try his had at renting a fruit and vegetable sh op in Ascot Vale. I can remember getting up at four o'clock on a Friday a nd going with my father to the Victoria Market to get supplies. It was a r eal thrill to go by horse and cart.
On my tenth birthday I had an operation on my leg and did not walk for nea rly three months. After Christmas I came up to my grandmothers for a holi day. I stayed there until the end of May and went to school in Beeac. Mea nwhile the business had closed down and the family moved to Carnegie.
On the first day of school at Moonee Ponds West the teacher was a Mrs. Sk inner. We had a singing lesson. We had to sit with our hands on the des k. Of course I could not sing the songs and the teacher came along and h it me on the hands with a round wooden rod for not singing.
I went to Carnegie school until grade six. Meanwhile the Great Depressi on hit the country. My father was unemployed. The government cool stor es closed down and he was on the dole. It was a terrible time. Men us ed to knock on their door asking if they could chop wood or do anythi ng in payment for a meal. We, of course, could not do anything to hel p. People were making men's ties or selling soap etc, door to door. So me of these were men who had been accountants and bank employees as we ll as manual laborers.
To collect the dole men had to work for it. My father was sent in a ga ng of eight to help clear scrub in Sherbrooke Forest. In the gang w as an accountant and a bank manager. They left home on a Sunday night a nd had to take all their food with them. They lived in tents and return ed on Friday night.
According to the size of the family the dole entitled you to a set amou nt of bread and milk a day and groceries per week. We were not allowed bi scuits or non essential items. There was a small amount of money for fru it and vegetables and other essential items.

After finishing grade six I had a choice of doing grade seven and eig ht or going on to what was called Central School. To enroll there you h ad to pass an exam.
I enrolled at Spring Road Central School, East Malvern. In the meanti me my father had got a job on the council so we could afford the tram fa re for two stations of three cents a day return. If I wanted a new penci l, rubber or ruler I would get a single ticket and save a penny[ one cen t] for the needed item and have to walk home about three mile. I was twel ve at the time. Quite often I would use this penny to go to a shop near t he school and buy a bag of cake from the day before.
Whilst at Spring Road school two elderly ladies or so they seemed to he r , Misses Dacomb, who were court reporters and used Pitman shorthand[ wh ich took two years to learn] asked for six volunteers from my school to t ry out a new shorthand system they had devised. I was one of those volunt eers and had to be at school at eight o'clock and at the Misses Pitman's h ome on Saturday morning. They thought the new Dacomb system could be taug ht in three months and speeds of up to sixty words a minute could be achie ved. Two of us sat for exams in December. We both passed and went on to im prove their system which went into a lot of high schools. Colac was one.
After finishing at Central School I sat for an exam to enter Melbourne Gir ls High School in the city. You had to be a fairly high achiever to be ac cepted. The same system still applies. The school was a terribly old blue stone and wooden structure up past Parliament House and it used to be a ja il. The lockers were in the dungeons and as the lights were very weak we w ere always falling down the stairs. In some of the rooms we had to p ut up umbrellas when it was raining. Often plaster would fall down as we ll as rain. When part of the upper verandah fell down we were told we wou ld not be coming back after the Christmas holidays.

We all received a letter in January to say to report in uniform to Governm ent House on the first day of school. This was very thrilling for thirte en year olds.
There were guards on the gates who escorted the students up the big drive way to Government House. We spent the first week exploring as alteratio ns were not complete. We soon found some places were out of bounds. We h ad the use of the ballroom as the assembly hall. The side supper room w as divided into three classrooms. We had the state dining room, lounge ro oms and rooms up the tower. These had been staff quarters and were up a st one spiral staircase with no handrail. From there we could see the Shri ne Of Remembrance being built. Stable hands quarters became classrooms. T he first day I remember seeing a furniture van in the quadrangle having me n's top hats loaded into it. There seemed to be hundreds. Of course it w as still the depression and we had no scholarships or allowances for book s. I remember my mother saving up enough for me to get one text book "Cla yton's British History". We used to take notes but it was hard to study w ith no books to refer to.
In those days when you turned fourteen you had to pay two pounds [ four do llars] a term or leave. Fortunately I was a year ahead of most of my ye ar and was able to complete year ten and pass. I would have lik ed to go on and train as a teacher or a chemist but there was no mone y. We were a sad lot on the whole. Our uniforms were shabby. We h ad to wear hats and gloves and black stockings which after a wash or t wo turned purple or green. The school remained at Government House for an other year. In the meantime the owner of a big chocolate manufacturing fi rm, McRobertson's, gave the money to build a new school which is still t he top high school "McRobertson's Girls' School".
After leaving school there were few jobs available particularly in the off ice area. I was home for about three years and did a bit of office work f or the local wood merchants on Friday nights and Saturday mornings.

I had been home about two years when my father was offered a job by a b ig wholesale pork and veal butcher, J. Ralph.
He had to go on a farm at Keilor and milk his thirty cows by hand and fe ed the milk to the pigs which he bought cheap at the market. The same w as done with the calves to fatten them up. The calves were kept in a sh ed in separate pens. This was cruel as the pens were so small they could n ot turn around. Sometimes big trucks would come out as late as ten o'clo ck at night and my father was expected to go out and help put them in pe ns and feed them.
It was a hard job as there was no electricity. The house we lived in h ad no modern amenities. For this job my father was paid three pounds [s ix dollars] a week. Mr. Ralph then decided to send out sheep.
My father was to get a half share of the profit made on the resale. When t hat occurred he told us he had lost money on the sheep. We found th is to be incorrect and my father left the job. We shifted to a farmhou se across the road.
I got a live-in job in Malvern. I coached three boys who went to Melbour ne Grammar and weren't doing very well at school. They were a lovely fami ly. During school hours I did part time teaching at the Dacomb College wh ich had opened in Melbourne. I was there two years then answered an adver tisement for a clerical assistant at a big furniture factory in Newmarke t. I was then able to live at home. I worked there for ten years unt il I married. My job was to work out the cost to manufacture the items th ey made. This was all done with pen and paper. The only machine to help w as a typewriter and I worked on figures from 8.30am to 5.30pm.
My salary was three pounds ten shillings [seven dollars] at the start a nd went to four pounds ten shillings [nine dollars]. I loved the work a nd saw many changes in that time. More jobs became available then the Sec ond World War started.

I applied for the Air Force clerical but as two of our male office staff h ad enlisted I was not accepted as our factory had turned to war supplies.
My brother Alan enlisted in the Air Force and worked on planes for the ren owned 78th kitty hawk squadron which was Bluey Truscott's mob.
Rationing was brought in over a weekend. We had no time to get in supplie s. I remember shopping in Melbourne on the Friday night. I saw a nice co at and decided to buy it the next weekend but rationing came in and I h ad to pay 28 coupons out of my 56 which had to last a year. All clothi ng and manchester needed coupons, even handkerchiefs.
At the Victoria Market, if you knew the right code word, you could get und erwear and material with no coupons but they were twice the price. All fo od needed coupons. These were separate from clothing coupons.
It was during this time that the Americans had come to Australia. They to ok over a big vacant allotment opposite the furniture factory and built hu ge sheds to keep supplies in. One day I was crossing from the office to t he factory and looked over the road to the big sheds. It was a very win dy day. Suddenly I saw the new building they were working on, actually pu tting on the roof, suddenly collapse. I rang the ambulance and police b ut sadly five men were killed and three injured.
The Americans took over the new children's hospital that was half built. T hey brought in their own men and finished building the hospital as per pla n. They used it as a hospital and returned it in 100% condition to the V ictorian Government when they left.
I also saw the end of the war. I was listening to the radio when it was a nnounced. Everybody downed tools. I took a tram into the city with my fr iend. We went to Flinders Street under the clocks. Thousands of people t urned up there. I remember there was a fish shop just near the corner a nd men raided it and there were fresh fish thrown in and over the hea ds of the crowd. One had to be careful.

When things settled down they brought home our prisoners of war to a ca mp at Royal Park. It was a sad sight. Some of our factory workers who h ad been taken prisoner came to see them. They were hardly recognizabl e. I remember one, Les Baird, who would have weighed fourteen stone was t hen only eight stone. He eventually became reasonably fit but he could ne ver come back to the hard work he was used to.
I left work in 1947 to be married. I married Leslie James Hayes who I h ad known since I was about ten. He lived in Balintore. I always spe nt my school and work holidays with relatives in Balintore, Beeac and Ondi t. My first cousin married Les's brother Jack so I saw a lot of Les and h is family. My mother had actually gone to school with his mother. We we re married at North Essendon- Christ Church, Church of England by Dougl as Blake. Joan Evans and Robert Hayes were bridesmaid and best man. At t he time I was a clerk and living in Fosters Road, Keilor.

My father had been in Prince Henry's hospital for over a year but they g ot him out of bed and brought him to the wedding and then back to the hosp ital. He passed away on his sixtieth birthday, 19th February 1948.
We had a daughter Pamela who was born on 20th September 1948, the day aft er my father's birthday. Pam died on 9th April 1960 from leukemia ag ed 11 years 6 months. My mother came to live with us when Pam died. She w as not well and eventually she had to go to hospital.
Lexie was born in April 1951. We were then living in a new house we had b uilt on Les' parents farm at Balintore. Les and his brother shared a fa rm further down the road. When Lexie was six months old Les and Jack deci ded to split up. Les took a lease on a farm at Pound Road. We had two ye ars there. Janet was born there in 1954.
I had a busy life. The house on the farm was a real horror. I used to he lp milk but we had a boy working for us as well. We then leased a fa rm at Pirron Yallock and Pam and Lexie went to school there. We worked ha rd and put up with a lot of inconveniences so we could buy our own farm ba ck in the Balintore area. Peter was born in 1957.

We bought a farm in Balintore. We were happy that one came on the market .
We were one of the first three families in Colac to get a television.
Les got the idea of starting up a milk delivery in Colac. Milk was dipper ed out of the can for private homes.
The Colac Hospital was also supplied. When pasteurization came to Colac t he milk board had to buy us out.
We then had a share dairyman. Les was one of the first farmers to sink a b ore and put in a spray irrigation system in the district.
We decided to build a new house on the property. It was beautiful.
The family went by bus to Alvie Consolidated school. The girls then we nt to the Colac High School and Peter to the Colac Technical School.
In 1993 Les was not well. He had worked too hard. We decided to sell a nd shifted to Colac. The family had all left home.
We enjoyed our relaxed life. We spent the three months of winter in Queen sland for seventeen years.
Les passed away in 1994 after 47 very happy years of marriage, aged 7 9. We were very proud of our family and grandchildren. They have been a jo y.I have her birth certificate.
I have her marriage certificate.


Violet Jean Hayes (WISBEY)( known as Jean) was born on the 26th of Augu st 1916. She is the first child of Violet and William WISBEY. She liv ed in Beeac until she was 2 years old then moved to Brighton, Melbourne.
" My father had been an onion grower but had taken up employment in the Go vernment cool stores. My brother was born at home on the 15th of May 191 9. My first memory is of that day, being taken into the bedroom by the T &G nurse to see my brother. From then on my memory has been very cle ar on the most important happenings.
At three and a half years of age we moved to Durrant Street North Brighto n. At that time there was a big flu epidemic and Alan (my brother), th en a baby, caught the flu badly and couldn't drink milk. But for the ski ll of a local doctor he would have died. He was fed on milk arrowroot bisc uits soaked in water. My memories are of being sent to buy cream every Su nday at the local dairy and getting the cream in a jug and dipping my fing er in it all the way home in spite of many reprimands. Also as a tre at we were given bread and dripping after school. My father took me in to Melbourne when I was about four to see the late Prince of Wales. I reme mber sitting on his shoulders but don't think I saw the prince as it was s uch a big crowd.
I was over six years old before I started school. I attended North Bright on School until I was eight years old. A Torres Islander girl named Ruby w orked at the local greengrocers. Ruby took me to Sunday school at St. And rew's Church. It was a beautiful bluestone church at middle Brighton and o ne of the oldest in the state. This church is now the scene of many love ly weddings.
While living in Durrant Street, the local fruiterer took me along with h is children in his delivery van drawn by a horse down to Port Melbourne do ck to see the American Fleet come in. I also saw and heard a wireless f or the first time. The next door neighbor had what was called a cats whisk er set. You had to wear earphones They then put the set in a big glass di sh and could miraculously hear without earphones.

My father decided to try his had at renting a fruit and vegetable sh op in Ascot Vale. I can remember getting up at four o'clock on a Friday a nd going with my father to the Victoria Market to get supplies. It was a r eal thrill to go by horse and cart.
On my tenth birthday I had an operation on my leg and did not walk for nea rly three months. After Christmas I came up to my grandmothers for a holi day. I stayed there until the end of May and went to school in Beeac. Mea nwhile the business had closed down and the family moved to Carnegie.
On the first day of school at Moonee Ponds West the teacher was a Mrs. Sk inner. We had a singing lesson. We had to sit with our hands on the des k. Of course I could not sing the songs and the teacher came along and h it me on the hands with a round wooden rod for not singing.
I went to Carnegie school until grade six. Meanwhile the Great Depressi on hit the country. My father was unemployed. The government cool stor es closed down and he was on the dole. It was a terrible time. Men us ed to knock on their door asking if they could chop wood or do anythi ng in payment for a meal. We, of course, could not do anything to hel p. People were making men's ties or selling soap etc, door to door. So me of these were men who had been accountants and bank employees as we ll as manual laborers.
To collect the dole men had to work for it. My father was sent in a ga ng of eight to help clear scrub in Sherbrooke Forest. In the gang w as an accountant and a bank manager. They left home on a Sunday night a nd had to take all their food with them. They lived in tents and return ed on Friday night.
According to the size of the family the dole entitled you to a set amou nt of bread and milk a day and groceries per week. We were not allowed bi scuits or non essential items. There was a small amount of money for fru it and vegetables and other essential items.

After finishing grade six I had a choice of doing grade seven and eig ht or going on to what was called Central School. To enroll there you h ad to pass an exam.
I enrolled at Spring Road Central School, East Malvern. In the meanti me my father had got a job on the council so we could afford the tram fa re for two stations of three cents a day return. If I wanted a new penci l, rubber or ruler I would get a single ticket and save a penny[ one cen t] for the needed item and have to walk home about three mile. I was twel ve at the time. Quite often I would use this penny to go to a shop near t he school and buy a bag of cake from the day before.
Whilst at Spring Road school two elderly ladies or so they seemed to he r , Misses Dacomb, who were court reporters and used Pitman shorthand[ wh ich took two years to learn] asked for six volunteers from my school to t ry out a new shorthand system they had devised. I was one of those volunt eers and had to be at school at eight o'clock and at the Misses Pitman's h ome on Saturday morning. They thought the new Dacomb system could be taug ht in three months and speeds of up to sixty words a minute could be achie ved. Two of us sat for exams in December. We both passed and went on to im prove their system which went into a lot of high schools. Colac was one.
After finishing at Central School I sat for an exam to enter Melbourne Gir ls High School in the city. You had to be a fairly high achiever to be ac cepted. The same system still applies. The school was a terribly old blue stone and wooden structure up past Parliament House and it used to be a ja il. The lockers were in the dungeons and as the lights were very weak we w ere always falling down the stairs. In some of the rooms we had to p ut up umbrellas when it was raining. Often plaster would fall down as we ll as rain. When part of the upper verandah fell down we were told we wou ld not be coming back after the Christmas holidays.

We all received a letter in January to say to report in uniform to Governm ent House on the first day of school. This was very thrilling for thirte en year olds.
There were guards on the gates who escorted the students up the big drive way to Government House. We spent the first week exploring as alteratio ns were not complete. We soon found some places were out of bounds. We h ad the use of the ballroom as the assembly hall. The side supper room w as divided into three classrooms. We had the state dining room, lounge ro oms and rooms up the tower. These had been staff quarters and were up a st one spiral staircase with no handrail. From there we could see the Shri ne Of Remembrance being built. Stable hands quarters became classrooms. T he first day I remember seeing a furniture van in the quadrangle having me n's top hats loaded into it. There seemed to be hundreds. Of course it w as still the depression and we had no scholarships or allowances for book s. I remember my mother saving up enough for me to get one text book "Cla yton's British History". We used to take notes but it was hard to study w ith no books to refer to.
In those days when you turned fourteen you had to pay two pounds [ four do llars] a term or leave. Fortunately I was a year ahead of most of my ye ar and was able to complete year ten and pass. I would have lik ed to go on and train as a teacher or a chemist but there was no mone y. We were a sad lot on the whole. Our uniforms were shabby. We h ad to wear hats and gloves and black stockings which after a wash or t wo turned purple or green. The school remained at Government House for an other year. In the meantime the owner of a big chocolate manufacturing fi rm, McRobertson's, gave the money to build a new school which is still t he top high school "McRobertson's Girls' School".
After leaving school there were few jobs available particularly in the off ice area. I was home for about three years and did a bit of office work f or the local wood merchants on Friday nights and Saturday mornings.

I had been home about two years when my father was offered a job by a b ig wholesale pork and veal butcher, J. Ralph.
He had to go on a farm at Keilor and milk his thirty cows by hand and fe ed the milk to the pigs which he bought cheap at the market. The same w as done with the calves to fatten them up. The calves were kept in a sh ed in separate pens. This was cruel as the pens were so small they could n ot turn around. Sometimes big trucks would come out as late as ten o'clo ck at night and my father was expected to go out and help put them in pe ns and feed them.
It was a hard job as there was no electricity. The house we lived in h ad no modern amenities. For this job my father was paid three pounds [s ix dollars] a week. Mr. Ralph then decided to send out sheep.
My father was to get a half share of the profit made on the resale. When t hat occurred he told us he had lost money on the sheep. We found th is to be incorrect and my father left the job. We shifted to a farmhou se across the road.
I got a live-in job in Malvern. I coached three boys who went to Melbour ne Grammar and weren't doing very well at school. They were a lovely fami ly. During school hours I did part time teaching at the Dacomb College wh ich had opened in Melbourne. I was there two years then answered an adver tisement for a clerical assistant at a big furniture factory in Newmarke t. I was then able to live at home. I worked there for ten years unt il I married. My job was to work out the cost to manufacture the items th ey made. This was all done with pen and paper. The only machine to help w as a typewriter and I worked on figures from 8.30am to 5.30pm.
My salary was three pounds ten shillings [seven dollars] at the start a nd went to four pounds ten shillings [nine dollars]. I loved the work a nd saw many changes in that time. More jobs became available then the Sec ond World War started.

I applied for the Air Force clerical but as two of our male office staff h ad enlisted I was not accepted as our factory had turned to war supplies.
My brother Alan enlisted in the Air Force and worked on planes for the ren owned 78th kitty hawk squadron which was Bluey Truscott's mob.
Rationing was brought in over a weekend. We had no time to get in supplie s. I remember shopping in Melbourne on the Friday night. I saw a nice co at and decided to buy it the next weekend but rationing came in and I h ad to pay 28 coupons out of my 56 which had to last a year. All clothi ng and manchester needed coupons, even handkerchiefs.
At the Victoria Market, if you knew the right code word, you could get und erwear and material with no coupons but they were twice the price. All fo od needed coupons. These were separate from clothing coupons.
It was during this time that the Americans had come to Australia. They to ok over a big vacant allotment opposite the furniture factory and built hu ge sheds to keep supplies in. One day I was crossing from the office to t he factory and looked over the road to the big sheds. It was a very win dy day. Suddenly I saw the new building they were working on, actually pu tting on the roof, suddenly collapse. I rang the ambulance and police b ut sadly five men were killed and three injured.
The Americans took over the new children's hospital that was half built. T hey brought in their own men and finished building the hospital as per pla n. They used it as a hospital and returned it in 100% condition to the V ictorian Government when they left.
I also saw the end of the war. I was listening to the radio when it was a nnounced. Everybody downed tools. I took a tram into the city with my fr iend. We went to Flinders Street under the clocks. Thousands of people t urned up there. I remember there was a fish shop just near the corner a nd men raided it and there were fresh fish thrown in and over the hea ds of the crowd. One had to be careful.

When things settled down they brought home our prisoners of war to a ca mp at Royal Park. It was a sad sight. Some of our factory workers who h ad been taken prisoner came to see them. They were hardly recognizabl e. I remember one, Les Baird, who would have weighed fourteen stone was t hen only eight stone. He eventually became reasonably fit but he could ne ver come back to the hard work he was used to.
I left work in 1947 to be married. I married Leslie James Hayes who I h ad known since I was about ten. He lived in Balintore. I always spe nt my school and work holidays with relatives in Balintore, Beeac and Ondi t. My first cousin married Les's brother Jack so I saw a lot of Les and h is family. My mother had actually gone to school with his mother. We we re married at North Essendon- Christ Church, Church of England by Dougl as Blake. Joan Evans and Robert Hayes were bridesmaid and best man. At t he time I was a clerk and living in Fosters Road, Keilor.

My father had been in Prince Henry's hospital for over a year but they g ot him out of bed and brought him to the wedding and then back to the hosp ital. He passed away on his sixtieth birthday, 19th February 1948.
We had a daughter Pamela who was born on 20th September 1948, the day aft er my father's birthday. Pam died on 9th April 1960 from leukemia ag ed 11 years 6 months. My mother came to live with us when Pam died. She w as not well and eventually she had to go to hospital.
Lexie was born in April 1951. We were then living in a new house we had b uilt on Les' parents farm at Balintore. Les and his brother shared a fa rm further down the road. When Lexie was six months old Les and Jack deci ded to split up. Les took a lease on a farm at Pound Road. We had two ye ars there. Janet was born there in 1954.
I had a busy life. The house on the farm was a real horror. I used to he lp milk but we had a boy working for us as well. We then leased a fa rm at Pirron Yallock and Pam and Lexie went to school there. We worked ha rd and put up with a lot of inconveniences so we could buy our own farm ba ck in the Balintore area. Peter was born in 1957.

We bought a farm in Balintore. We were happy that one came on the market .
We were one of the first three families in Colac to get a television.
Les got the idea of starting up a milk delivery in Colac. Milk was dipper ed out of the can for private homes.
The Colac Hospital was also supplied. When pasteurization came to Colac t he milk board had to buy us out.
We then had a share dairyman. Les was one of the first farmers to sink a b ore and put in a spray irrigation system in the district.
We decided to build a new house on the property. It was beautiful.
The family went by bus to Alvie Consolidated school. The girls then we nt to the Colac High School and Peter to the Colac Technical School.
In 1993 Les was not well. He had worked too hard. We decided to sell a nd shifted to Colac. The family had all left home.
We enjoyed our relaxed life. We spent the three months of winter in Queen sland for seventeen years.
Les passed away in 1994 after 47 very happy years of marriage, aged 7 9. We were very proud of our family and grandchildren. They have been a jo y.

  Noted events in her life were:

• Alt. Birth: Colac, 26 Aug 1916.

• Age on marriage: 30.

• Certificates I have: Birth, marriage.

Violet married Leslie James Hayes, son of George Thomas Hayes and Jane Eva Burnett, on 26 Apr 1947 in Christ Church, Church of England, Essendon. (Leslie James Hayes was born on 19 Sep 1916 in Skene St, Colac, Victoria Australia, died on 8 Oct 1994 in Colac Hospital, Victoria Australia and was buried in Colac cemetery, Victoria, Australia Methodist section 7 grave 12 with daughter Pamela.)