Opening the Door on Charles Sturt
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Opening the dOOr On Charles sturt Stories of local life by local people Copyright ©2013 City of Charles Sturt and individual authors. The stories contained in this publication are the works of the individual authors. Views expressed are those of the authors and not necessarily those of the City of Charles Sturt. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system or transmitted, in any form of by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior permission of the copyright owners. Request for permission should be addressed to: City of Charles Sturt 72 Woodville Road Woodville SA 5011 Australia T: 08 8408 1111 E: [email protected] Foreword Charles Sturt is a vibrant and story filled City with so many amazing stories to share and celebrate. Each story reveals a little more about the people who call this City home and how our community has lived over time. The challenge to tap into these stories provided an exciting opportunity for our community to learn the skills of story-telling to share ideas and inspire each other toward building an ongoing and sustainable story resource for both now and into the future. The ‘National Year of Reading’ encouraged Australia to focus on and to facilitate a love of reading and stories throughout the community prompting the local concept of the ‘Writers Workshop’ program. Here members of the Charles Sturt community fostered their writing skills with the assistance of local author Tom Mann to ‘Open the Door on Charles Sturt’ where stories of their lives and experiences in and around our community were uncovered and collected together forming this collection of short stories. 2 Contents Goings On In Our Street by Trish Cook 4 Childhood Memories by Maureen Scott (nee Conroy) 11 Family Days At Queenstown by Diana Diprose 27 Hunting: beast to beaut by Aruna Manuelrayan 35 High School Daze by Joanna Burns 44 Memoirs from the Grange by Rose Boucaut 51 Losing Voice, Finding Place: Flinders Park Primary School - 1968 by Melanie Meneaud 65 At the Crossroads (My Journey: A story of early days) Brian E Harfield 69 The House That Bup Built by Lisa Boothey 87 A Beach Memoir: in Poetry & Prose by John Malone 94 Where does your lap go when you stand up? by Rosslyn Werner 100 Finding Charlie by Katrina Macdonald 111 3 Goings On In Our Street Trish Cook Our home is the centre of our universe, from humble beginnings as a paddock on a dairy farm; Oval Avenue has evolved over the years to become what it is today. A wide open street filled with wonderful people, well kept homes, sporting amenities, playgrounds, kindy, a garage, toyboy factory, dog oval, gum trees, open spaces and no shops! There is no trace of the shop next door, where so many locals and the likes have gathered over the years with their stories and tales. Yes, the area was quite different. Around 1932 ‘Gopher John’ recalls his very first job. Brrring, brrring, brrring, echoed through the house. “Hello, yes… um… I see, right…hold on” his mother spoke to the operator at the exchange before the call was put through to their home phone. They’d had a telephone in Windsor Ave, dad being a builder; they simply had the phone transferred to their new home. The phone number remained the same, 221! When Mrs Arcus’s sister rang “Please let my sister know I won’t make it for lunch she’s expecting me at noon today”, John would deliver the message. They were the first family in the area to have a telephone. John, a young lad of about 9-years-old, would run past several vacant blocks, to the neighbour. There weren’t very many neighbours and everyone knew each other. Their home (Number 30) was the large home with the balcony. It now overlooks the tennis courts in Oval Avenue and is on the market to be sold. One can only wonder what new sagas await the old house in our street. Next door to one side (Number 28) Sharps lived: young Doug, his parents and grandfather. The other side neighbours were much further down the road — Nichol’s dairy with the home at the corner of Oval and Fife streets. The surrounding “Glen” Streets existed, more paddocks, almond trees and chicken farms than homes, and they didn’t extend through to Findon Road as they do today. On the corner facing into Cedar Ave, where the big old white house is today, the Kotz family had the first wireless in the area. There weren’t many broadcasts, however, when they could tune in, it was a wonderful opportunity to socialise. John recalls “the children were given milk with sugar to drink. We were delighted; however, Mum would not allow us to have this at home.” 4 The Oval land was acquired by the council as part of a major sub division to diminish the number of dairy farms in the area. The ‘new end’ of Oval Avenue near the bend was opened up following World War II, with blocks being sold for one hundred and eighty pounds. Buyers were encouraged to build stone or brick homes. There were predominately two builders of the homes in Oval Avenue, one specialised in bungalow, the other in Tudor homes. Walking along the street, there are still quite a few of these homes today. The Oval itself was used for several years by the Messengers as a training track for trotting horses and cycle races around the boundary, before the Oval was turfed in 1923. Cricket, bowling greens, tennis and croquet clubs had already been formed. Our street had two general stores, the first of which was on the corner of Oval and Cedar avenues, Thieles Shop, along with Goldsworthy’s butcher shop on the other side of the road. Frank recalls “The cold room was made of Baltic pine flooring, walls and ceiling filled with sawdust. That dusty, woody smell hit your nostrils the minute you pushed open the glass door. Glancing at the floor was a thick layer of fresh sawdust with chunks of carcass fat and dark splattering of soaked-up carcass blood scattered in close perimeter to the meat saw. ‘Howdy,’ you’d yell out a greeting over the loud grinding of bones as they glided through the meat saw.” What remains of the butcher shop today is heritage listed. Just passed the bend, the Hutton family owned the shop on the corner of Glenlossie Street. Everyone knew the Huttons; they lived in the area for many years. Their daughter delivered the groceries by pushbike, and their son worked in the store until he enlisted. Customers would gather, sharing news and stories of the War, then the Depression. They helped each other with coupons from the rationing books and discussed different ways of overcoming shortages. Items like butter, sugar and cotton fabric were rationed; however, curtain material wasn’t, so you’d make do with that for making men and boys shirts. Huttons moved from behind the counter of the corner shop business and began collecting rent from the shop keepers. Shopkeepers’ hours were long and hard. A variety of shopkeepers of different nationalities and ages came and went over the years. 5 Shirl lived two doors away and recalls “One of the boys was having a birthday party and I went in to buy ice cream, neither the father nor the son would serve me. Apparently I didn’t give them enough business. Fortunately my friend Viola saved the day buying it for me.” Another neighbour, Mr Harris laughs, “When the shop stock was sold” lock stock and barrel, the shop keeper at the time, decided to re fill the empty soda water bottles himself with tap water, instead of returning them to the manufacturer to be refilled before they were sold. The new owners had quite a few disgruntled customers return with their flat soda bottles. Helene and Peter first rented the grocery section of the shop in the Sixties, after it had been remodelled. The site consisted of a very small flat at the back of the property, the house and three shops, groceries, deli and Dry Cleaner. In a few years they purchased the property from Hutton’s and continued to work in the main shop selling soft drinks, ice creams and sweets amongst other items. One of their regular customers, Mrs Bugg, lived in 46B. She operated a catering business from the garage on the property selling sandwiches and pastries. Other neighbours certainly remembered the mouth watering aromas from the shed. It was a very popular business. Jenny also had a popular son — he became the first Humphrey B Bear in Adelaide. The next house along on the corner of Gleneira Street also operated a business from the home backyard. Beacon strollers were not only excellent quality, the business served as a local landmark; there was a replica of a lighthouse beacon out the front of the home! “Look out for the beacon and then turn at the next street!” Football finally arrived, standing freezing cold on the footy mound at the far side of the ground; one could see large cement arches painted navy blue with “Oval Deli” boldly painted in white. During winter Saturdays afternoons, The Oval Deli did a terrific trade with white knights, violet crumbles, Polly waffles, a huge array of sweets and Balfours pies and pasties if you had that much money to spend. As teenager we were amongst the crowd screaming and yelling as goals were scored or sitters were missed.