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Published On: Jul 29, 2010 11:24 AM
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More Early Years
This period includes the final couple of years
living at Grange, my emergence from my wheel-bed to crutches, and my attendance
at a 'real' school for the first time in my life, in my tenth year. It then
covers our move back to Littlehampton, to the fifty acres called "Willow
Bank.'
Living at Grange continued to be a combination of
discovery and misery. My education was by correspondence, with Dean, Yvonne and
my Mother sharing the 'teaching' or supervision roles. Sometimes I would be
visited by a head mistress of the correspondence section, and although my
learning was steady, and there was much to absorb outside the education system,
I did lose a year of study during this period. One highlight of the period was a
visit by one of my cowboy heros, the Hollywood actor William Boyd, known to the
movie-going world as 'Hopalong Cassidy". A near neighbour, on hearing that
Hopalong was going to pass nearby in an open car, came to our house and offered
to wheel me up to Military Road nearby, to see this legendary (as he was then)
movie star.
That was a great thrill, but a few
days later the 'Crippled Children's Association' had arranged for many in like
condition to myself, to attend the wild west display at the Wayville
Show-grounds. Cowboys and Indians rode wildly about the arena, shooting each
other off their horses with a lot of blood curdling screams, and I recall a
'trick shooting' display, wherein the horsemen would shoot target balloons as
they galloped by, firing from under the horse's necks, under their bellies, and
every other combination you could imagine. It was very spectacular. Even more
exciting, Hopalong came and shook hands with each of the line of "cripples' in
their wheel beds and chairs, including myself. My great eternal regret about
that night, was the fact that Hoppy stopped just one bed away from me, and posed
for the photographers with an excited boy. How I wished it had been me! One
unfortunate spin-off from my Hopalong enthusiasm, was my old man's labelling of
me with the nick-name 'Drop-along', a moniker I hated, and which I was to wear
for many years as the shortened 'Drop'. It says a lot about the relationship I
was to have with him throughout my
life.In 1956, soon after I had finally
managed to start tottering about on crutches, I fronted up to Grange Primary
School.Although still encumbered by a
'splint' worn outside the clothing, which strapped around my left ankle, shin,
thigh, waist and culminated under my armpits, I was able to hobble the five
blocks or so to the school and home each day. Dean had moved on to high school
by then, and Lynette and Max were still too young for school, so I was alone.
One consolation was Aunty Gwen, married to my father's brother, Uncle Ken. They
had recently moved from their farm near Littlehampton, where my grandmother had
raised George, Ken and Don, and their half-brother 'Chappie.' Gran Mount, (she
had remarried after the death of her first husband in Fremantle, and moved back
to her native South Australia) was a wise and wonderful lady, who had outlived
her second husband when I first came to know
her.Ken and Gwen lived on High Street,
Grange, which was not too far from the school, and which I walked daily. Their
children were John, Barbara, Shirley and Kaye, all older than me. Their house
was a little oasis for me. Most days I called in for a glass of cordial, and
importantly, a rest, after a long day of struggling around on crutches,
absorbing the taunts of the other children, and fighting back with whatever
means I could. This was generally restricted to spitting at them, hitting out
with a crutch, and to lashing them with my tongue. Occasionally I would corner
one of my tormentors in a locker room where they could not simply run away, and
by then my shoulders had developed considerably, owing to the constant use of
crutches, and I was able to hold my own with a bit of biffo. One day, in a quiet
lane on my way home, I found myself at close quarters with one of my
tormentors, and to his surprise and horror, I jettisoned my crutches and
launched myself at him, landing heavily on top of him. I don't recall him
bothering me again. Grange Primary
School was of course in the suburb of Grange, which I believe was named after
Captain Charles Sturt's cottage, 'The Grange' which happened to to be opposite
the school. It was (and still is) maintained as a museum. Sturt was the explorer
who had undertaken the epic voyage down the river Murray in 1829-30, following
the river to its termination of two lakes, the Coorong, and the disappointing
outlet to the sea. Nonetheless his explorations revealed much potential for
further settlement and colonisation, and he was later to conduct further
exploration into Australia's desert interior (optimistically carting a whaleboat
with him, hoping for an inland sea) and was the first to drive cattle from the
eastern states to the fledging settlement of Adelaide. Sturt was appointed
Surveyor General during his residence in what became the city of Adelaide, and
the suburb of Grange. He retired and spent his final years in England. Sturt
Street, where we resided, was of course named after
him.My grade four class had fifty
three students, and a teacher called Mrs Renfrey. She was a teacher with an
enthusiasm for history, and a large plaster relief map of South Australia
dominated the front of the class. Her detailed descriptions of Flinder's voyage
along the coast in 1802, as he mapped the coastline and met with the french
explorer famously at Encounter Bay, fascinated me, as did her equally vivid
description of Sturt's river trip. I was also particularly excited by her sparse
description of Captain Collet Barker's death by spearing at the Murray Mouth,
just over a year after Sturt had visited the area. Mount Barker, named in his
honour, was visible from the farmhouse at
Littlehampton.Although this first
foray into the wider world had many positive aspects, the time spent at that
school was in general very stressful. There was a sadist deputy headmaster who
delighted in wielding his cane. One day in an unpaved shelter during lunch, he
came across children playing, and he lined everyone in the shed up (except me)
and gave them three cuts each across their calfs, for 'raising dust'. I was also
spared the Nuremberg type rally known as the school assembly, sitting in the
class room while patriotic chants and allegiance to the queen were chanted, and
the raving looney terrified everybody with his hatred from the dais. The stress,
the exhaustion, the crowded school room and the preference for the 'brighter'
students, saw me struggling through the year, and I was convinced that I was
destined to spend another year in grade four. The death of my grandfather at
Littlehampton was to change that, and before the year was out, we would be
moving back to the town of my birth, and living in the house my mother was born
in.There are more random memories of
living at Grange before the move to Littlehampton though. At one point we got
hold of an old gramophone, (I think from Uncle Ken's when he moved to the city)
which played a collection of 78 records of diverse styles, ages and quality,
provided one kept the spring wound up on a regular basis. There were country and
western songs, like 'You Only Have One Mother' George Formby's 'When I'm
Cleanin' Windows' Fats Domino's 'Blueberry Hill' 'The Golden Wedding.' And
edging into the 'hit parade' in those days more like a weekly event on the radio
rather then the wall to wall music of today, a phenomenon called Rock ' n Roll.
I still have strong memories of music from those days, not only from the records
and the radio, but Dean and Yvonne seemed to have quite a repertoire of songs
which they taught me, and we sang together. 'There's a Hole in the bucket, dear
Liza dear Liza.....,.. and 'He sat by the window and smoked his cigar, smoked
his cigar....' and the like. Other songs like 'Sixteen Tons' and 'The Yellow
Rose of Texas' were hits on the radio, and I once found my self on front of Mrs
Renfrey's class singing 'Sixteen Tons,' a potential budding career which never
materialised.The move to Littlehampton
was incremental. Firstly we wound our way up the twisted route, around the
Devil's Elbow, stuck behind the semi's for miles at a time (it was highway one
after all) and into the time/space warp which was Willow Bank every week-end.
As well as the clydesdales, we somehow came to be agisting a so called 'show
pony' which Dean took to riding every week-end. This continued for some time,
but one week-end this horse was particularly 'frisky' and threw Dean. He was
never able to ride it after that. This beautiful tan and white spotted steed
became very unpredictable, and could stand docile and be patted, then suddenly
begin rearing and lashing out with its hoofs, forcing a very rapid retreat. A
couple of years later, when myself and Lyn were too frightened to cross the yard
for our evening meal, Mum came rushing out of the house to shoo the horse away,
and ended up fleeing for her life to the kitchen. He departed the farm and our
lives soon after that.Somewhere in the
middle of 1956, we made the full move back to Littlehampton, and the nightmare
of Grange Primary School was behind
me.Returning to Littlehampton to live
was the completion of the circle which had taken me away from what ought to have
been an ordinary 1950's childhood. To go to Littlehampton Primary School with
an attendance of 100 in total, including my cousin Geoffrey Smith, and twenty to
thirty students in my class, (which consisted of grades three and four, under
Mrs Scott), was vastly different from the crowded chaos of Grange. I soon found
out, with better supervision, that I wasn't as bad a student I thought myself to
be. The mornings began with an
assembly outside of the main stone building, which contained in two rooms all of
the grades from three to seven. We would swear allegiance to Queen and
country, (I am an Australian, I love my country, I honour our Queen, I promise
to obey her laws) raise the flag, and to drum and fife we would march the twenty
or thirty feet or so into the rooms.
Posted: Thu - September 21, 2006 at 04:30 PM
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