Well indeed. I have mixed feelings. It is almost 50 years of gathering dust since 1977 when my father lost his entire life dream and business on this very proposal to create a new community and commercial hub for Canberra. Alan Robert Marr was my father, a visionary, an entrepreneur and self-made man. He envisioned this site to become a community hub, filled with cafes, restaurants, and an arts precinct, antiques museums and quarry gardens, celebrating our heritage and community. As a builder of thousands of homes in the growing city of Canberra, he wanted to preserve the Canberra Brickworks Site for its heritage. Canberra as a relatively new city didn’t have much of that then. Unfortunately, as he commenced the redevelopment planning, there was much local Yarralumla residents opposition, a vocal group that offered nothing but complaints that their neighbourhood did not want such a thing. NIMBies they call it now. Not in My Neighbourhood! How times have changed. The then National Capital Development Commission NCDC agreed to the lease of the site on strict terms that housing was to be part of the plan. This concurred with my father’s vision to continue to provide needed housing for families. My family wouldn’t have it any other way, as it is not our style to demolish and ruin. Our father was a well-known businessman, always going over and above, and gave back to his community, and staff, a value we all believe in. We lost our father to this site. On 10th December, 1977, he suffered a terrible fate from a tragic fall that changed his and our lives forever. He left our family home on a Saturday, as dark black clouds rolled in. It was truly lovely to see him at home, relaxing, a rare sight to see, but being the man he was he knew he had to act as he had a young caretaker on site and knew that this storm was going to be big with potentially wild winds. He knew there was still much debris about the grounds of the long abandoned brickworks site, debris and loose roofing material that could be swept up and become deadly. He fell through the roof of one of the kiln buildings as he was securing loose metal in the hope it would save lives. A rotten beam gave way and he fell. He spent the next 6 weeks in a coma. His obituary was written by a local journalist. He defied everyone and lived for another 13 years. He suffered terrible head injuries that tormented him. We were thrust into a new life overnight. We lost everything dear to us that day, our family was thrust into a world of pain and despair watching our father suffer as those who knew him ran away, some were cowards, some were selfish, some just couldn’t bear the tragedy. He lived long enough to hold two of his grandsons. I hope this incarnation of the Canberra Brickworks benefits the local community. Our dad has never been honoured by the town he served for decades and gave his life for. I hope one day he will be remembered with the respect he deserved. May this incarnation of the Brickworks be inclusive not exclusive.