Friday essay: Private Leo, my imaginary father

My mother fell in love with my father, Leo, at a Melbourne suburban dance hall in 1946. He was 26, handsome, athletic, smart, a newly minted war veteran, and his grin was infectious. They were a dazzling couple, as their later wedding photos show. Many decades on my mother liked to tell of Leo's mother warning her that he was going to prove a handful - and was she prepared for this? Possibly my mother told the story to