Back in 2013 I participated in a challenge which required us to write a post that responded to a few prompts.
I published these posts in a private blog. Following is a repost from 5th October 2013.
This week Julie Goucher of
Angler's Rest asked us to respond to the following prompt in
The Book of Me, Written by You activity.
The prompt for week 5 is Your Childhood Home
When did you leave home?
Where was it?
Where did you move to?
Was it rented or owned? – with parents/Grandparents
Was it inherited
What was it like – describe it – each room.
Were there a favourite room?
Is there anything you particularly remember from the house?
Pictures
The road & area
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My first home was just a room in a house in
Kensington opposite my maternal grandmother's home. I think, while my dad was at work, my mother and I spent most of our time across the road. In post war times housing was in short supply in Sydney so finding self contained accommodation was a challenge. I have absolutely no memories of this place.
As it happened my father's two younger sisters had moved from the country to Sydney and were renting a one-bedroom flat in what was then a fashionable area,
Kings Cross. They must have taken pity on their brother and his family as they gave up their flat for us and moved into the family home with their parents. I believe we moved here when I was about one and we stayed till I was around nine. I remember our Wedgwood blue kitchen, the dark Jacobean furniture, playing in the park with my little friends and being spoilt rotten by elderly, childless next door neighbours. I don't have any pictures of the flat but I was able to find a current photo of the building on a real estate site and it looks pretty much how it did when I was a child.
Kentwood Court, Kings Cross
When my parents were offered a Housing Commission home in
Malabar I was nine, they had been looking to purchase a home closer to Sydney but decided to take up the offer of this house at Malabar that was 8 miles from Sydney's CBD and a 1 mile walk to public transport. I think it was quite a shock for my mother who was used to having the city on her doorstep to move to a house where the closest shop was a mile away instead of the 50 yards was used to. My father purchased a car very soon after the move to Malabar.
I loved having my own pretty pink bedroom and a yard to play in; there were lots of young families in the street so even though I was an only child there were plenty of playmates. We seemed to have a lot more freedom than children do these days and I remember being able to go with my friends to swim in the rock pool at Malabar or in the safe beach down at Little Bay.There was a lot of vacant land in the vicinity so we kids were able to build cubby houses and explore to our hearts content.
The thing that I didn't like about this house was that it was in an unsewered area and we did not have a septic tank, ours was an old-fashioned dunny. I was especially spooked when I had to visit our outside loo at night
Our little house at Malabar before the garden grew
Even though she was a country girl I don't think my mother ever got used to living at Malabar. When I was in high school I returned to the inner-city school that I had attended when we lived in Kings Cross, I had to catch three buses to get to school. When I was 14 we moved again. This time it was to a brand-new home unit (apartment) that my parents bought at Randwick, a suburb that was only 4 miles from the city and much closer to transport and services.
I loved living in a home unit with its modern bathroom and inside toilet and we even got our first telephone connected, that was teenage heaven. Although it was a small building there were half a dozen other kids my age in residence, we quickly bonded and had a wonderful time just hanging out or getting sunburnt at Coogee Beach that was only a 15 min walk away. When I left school and started socialising our convenient location made it easy for me to travel about and get home safely. A taxi fare home was only two dollars from busy Peters Corner.
Although our living room wasn't huge Mum always seemed to be able to accommodate and feed the groups of friends I brought home from the beach or our youth club for a meal. My teenage years at Randwick were very happy.
Geniaus aged 16 in the garden of our home unit block
I don't have any photos of the interior of the Randwick building but I do have some pictures taken on the last day that I lived there, my wedding day.
With Dad and Mum in our living room on my wedding day
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