JACK Couch was just 11 years old when his family packed up the car and drove away from their Pyramid Hill home in 1940.
And on Easter Sunday, exactly 78 years later, Jack finally returned to his childhood stomping ground.
With 10 family members in tow, he took the group on a walking tour of the town.
A town he said has changed vastly in some ways – and stood still in others.
“The house we lived in and our neighbour’s house weren’t there anymore, but the rest were all still there,” he said.
“Many places were a bit dilapidated, but the houses on Victoria St were still just the same – it was like stepping back in time.
“Plus there were silos in the place of wheat stacks.”
Armed with a keen memory, Jack remembered many details of his early years in the town.
Such as who lived in which house.
The places he used to play.
And details of the Pyramid Hill railway station where his dad used to work.
“Being there brought back so many memories. Dad was a train ganger (the head of a gang of labourers on the railway), so I used to hang out there a lot and ride around on trains as a kid,” he said.
“That’s where my love of trains began. I’ve been retired for 30 years, but I was a train driver for 40 before that.”
As it was Easter Sunday, Jack said Pyramid Hill felt like a ghost town.
The only person they bumped into was the barman of the Victoria Hotel.
But even that turned out to be a serendipitous encounter.
“He’s lived in Pyramid Hill since 1940 – the year I left,” Jack said.
“It was incredible, we shared many memories and stories of the old families in town.”
It didn’t take long for Jack and his family to tour the tiny town (he added with a laugh that they increased the population by four per cent by just being there).
But he said it was well worth taking the trip across to walk down memory lane.
“It was exciting to go back, Pyramid Hill is such a lovely little place in the middle of nowhere,” he said.
“And yet it’s full, with a Catholic church, Catholic school and a college.
“It has so much to offer.”