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		By: Jillian Crider		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[At Grange we could always hear the &#039;siren&#039; sound when the evening shift finished at Holdens car works at Woodville. And then a while later, a fully packed train would arrive at Grange station, and disgorge an endless stream of men carrying &#039;kit&#039; bags. Like a doctor&#039;s bag. As they went home from working there. Seems like us, in Grange, knew at least one person who worked at Holdens.
My Mum worked there during the war, making bombs, she told me, and because of WWII blackouts at night she and other women would have to walk home, following the railroad tracks, back to Grange.
Anyway, after watching the workers go home. Within a short time these same workers would slowly, one by one, many of them would singly emerge from homes, but again, in mass, men with other kit bags, and fishing poles and lines, to go to the Grange jetty to try to catch some fish for their Tea.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At Grange we could always hear the &#8216;siren&#8217; sound when the evening shift finished at Holdens car works at Woodville. And then a while later, a fully packed train would arrive at Grange station, and disgorge an endless stream of men carrying &#8216;kit&#8217; bags. Like a doctor&#8217;s bag. As they went home from working there. Seems like us, in Grange, knew at least one person who worked at Holdens.<br />
My Mum worked there during the war, making bombs, she told me, and because of WWII blackouts at night she and other women would have to walk home, following the railroad tracks, back to Grange.<br />
Anyway, after watching the workers go home. Within a short time these same workers would slowly, one by one, many of them would singly emerge from homes, but again, in mass, men with other kit bags, and fishing poles and lines, to go to the Grange jetty to try to catch some fish for their Tea.</p>
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