The display at the New South Wales State Library of Ethel Anderson’s ear trumpet brought back a host of memories for me of my childhood in Turramurra in the 1940s, memories in which Ethel Anderson has a firm place. Nowadays routinely referred to as part of the “leafy north shore”, Turramurra was all that and more sixty years ago. Many of the grand houses that lined Kuringai Avenue stood in acres of land that has now been devoured by development, while the outer parts of the suburb were still quite rural with settlement quickly petering out into paddocks and bush.…