Myself about 3-4yrs at Manifold st, home in Camperdown. My mother had just unwrapped my new cane basket which had arrived in the mail from my father who was away on an adventure restoring an historic property on Norfolk Island.(Supposed to be Fletcher Christian’s House). The presents he brought back were exotic, silver and Chinese-inspired design along with huge shells I could blow into and feel the lustous pink insides from a Pacific world far from Camperdown. They were exciting and interesting and fed my imagination and taste for adventure.
The Spare Room…. Making …Sewing …..Concocting …Perusing…It rained often..lots of spare time. Lots to imagine….
The Dress-Up Room at Leura Farm, abundant with jewellary to die for and fabulous trunks of clothing and furs… Could be aboard a glamorous Ocean ship dressing up for dinner and parading around -Wandering through the Blacksmiths forge and other outbuildings and up on Mt Sugarloaf past the cows, onto land covered in yellow daisies. The Butter factory produced Leura Butter at the time. The milkie delivered our bottles of milk to the door as he clipclopped down Manifold st past our house.
Wandering through old bluestone mansions featuring Colonial murals and earlier way of way of life such as “Purrumbete Homestead” and “Meningoort” and it’s outbuildings with coaches literally fit for the Queen’s visits. “Talindert” was where the Queen and other Royalty stayed when they travelled through here on visits to Australia. Eugene Von Geurard went between properties like “Meningoort” sketching and painting the countryside and the huge properties that had been settled.
The Botonical Garden with monkeys and ducks and the occasional “swaggie”. I loved going up to the old garrdens when the big ponds held the green and brown ducks that scooted and glided in the watters there
Visiting the old Indian hawker when he arrived in town in his covered wagon to buy exotic curry powders and other things.
My Aunty Nell was the manager of Eckt’s Drapery Shop in Camperdown and we were always kept in the best and fresh toff the rack dresses which were beautiful. Going to melbourne was always with hats and gloves and bags to match. LOL
Riding bicycles along hedgerows and picking mushrooms with my mother and sister.
Being picked at school to do Correspondance Art with two other friends because we were good at Art and the nuns couldn’t teach us what they couldn’t do themselves.
Choosing to go on and transferring to Camperdown High School because of the Art education it offered . Brilliant Art and Literature teachers. “Chips” Colvan and David Bradshaw and Barry Breen -the poetic guru. Loved French too!
Designing and making a new outfit each fortnight with the help of Mrs Salau to go to the local dance and dance your heart out.
Hours of listening to music like “Chatenooga Choo Choo” from our parents to “Surfer Girl”, dancing and creating concerts, entertainment afternoons, swapping stand-up lines laughing till we dropped and climbing Mt Leura at the weekend .
Avid Love of Art Design Nature Stories.

