Moving to Glebe.
I had lived and worked and raised my children on the central coast so it had been home for me for many years. Mum was living here in Glebe and was starting to find it a bit hard to cope on her own, and with all the family living a distance away a decision was to be made should she move in with one of my sister's, my brother or with me, or should one of us move in with her.Well after weighing everthing up it seemed the best option for me to be the one to move in with mum and be her carer, as I had no partner to consider, my children were grown and off my hands, I wasn't particularly happy with where I lived Iwas too isolated and I was travelling too far to my place of work. So that was it I sold up and here am , a happy resident of Glebe best decision I ever made
17 June 2009
11 June 2009
completing a digital story
having just completed a digital story about treading the footpaths of glebe ,with a lot of help from diann and her assistant lisa. On relection, I've learned something about the capabilities of computers and how finicky they can be. To find that you have just completed something [you think] only to dicover that by pressing or not as the case may be, you have changed or even lost something because my logic and the computer logic are not necessarily the same thing! My only consolation is the belief that with regular access to a computer and a bit of due diligence I would reach an acceptable competance. Well I live with that hope.
30 October 2008
dusted in flour, and other things
For all those who couldn't make tuesday's glebe oral history group at the old fire station, here's a wrap up (and all welcome again next tuesday, wearing a colourful hat if possible, for a little Melbourne Cup festivity):
Let's start with Rowanne Couch, who said goodbye (for now) to all of us with sad-funny story about her great grandfather who died in an avalanche of flour. some wondered whether it was plain or self-raising flour, and if he came out white, or had a gluten intolerance. it's a sad story, but Rowanne says even her family laugh about it now.
This all came about from a discussion of hauling flour and wool sacks on the Sydney wharves, and Harry Black, who Dugald met last Sunday at a public talk about Glebe's wharves, given by Max Solling. Dugald suggested Harry would be a great local resident to interview. Max Solling says he will come and talk to our group, maybe later this year. Rowanne says a lot of flour can be dangerous, and that if she married someone called Mr Potato her surname could be Rowanne Couch Potato.
Marla said she knew someone called Russell Sprout, or was it Barbara Dwyer (known otherwise as Barb Dwyer)? Uh-huh, we got sidetracked, talking about the old boxers of Glebe, and the "Marrickville Mauler", and unusual names.
Other names to crop up from Sunday's talk - and discussed by the group - included John Dengate, a local folk signer we Googled and who looks interesting and was a primary school techer for 35 years (at Glebe PS?) who now busks regularly, Meredith Bergman (much discussion about her), Les McMahon (who we all know Patrick has interviewed and we should all listen to shortly), and the Foley family, including "Doc Foley". Although we're not entirely sure who this Foley family are, but some said they have a local park named in their honour. We don't think the famous Aboriginal activist Gary Foley is related. Or is he? And if this Foley was a prominent doctor, was he practicing at the same time as the Dr Potts that Dianne and Eric are interested in researching? The plot thickens.
There was talk also ablout St Scholastica's College on the site of the old Toxteth Estate. One in the group (who may or may not have been a former student..) said a popular local nickname for the student of the prominent girls Catholic school was "Scholes moles". We laughed. And thought it couldn't be true. Irene, sitting at the end of the table, chirped in with a story of the girls at Holy Cross at Bondi Junction, who were nicknamed "Holy Crotch". Batman!
Again, we digressed. (Although Dianne Russell is going to talk to a neighbour who is going to talk to a nun at St Scholastica's who's in her 90s and could be a good interview. So no disparaging comments about their students, please!)
There was talk also about the local Aboriginal community and how we may gather some of its stories. Suggestions were through Tranby College, or the Aboriginal liaison officer at the local school, or through a contact at the police, or through the Ingrahm family. These are all avenues to be explored. George Bracken was a name that came up. Who is he again? Is anybody interesting in contacting him?
then we started talking about the Harold Park trotting track, in Glebe since 1902, and voted by members last week to be sold to the highest bidder. This led to discussion about Callan Park in Lilyfield, and again stories from Marla and Irene and others about their memories of this site. We should do something about Harold Park. I am keen for Dianne Russell, using her skills on historic architecture, to research where all the old horse stables still stand in backyards in Glebe. I reckon this would be a great way to map where the industry was once located in the suburb.
that's probably a big enough wrap up. Hopefully we can listen to Marla's interview of Frank next Tuesday, and as a group to Patrick's talk with Les, and maybe also tackle a little exercise on "senses", and how we could record Glebe through the "five senses". Irene was talking about Maslow's hierarchy of needs (and lipstick) in the tea break. what about the five senses of Glebe? What does it look, sound, smell, touch and taste like???
who knows..
hope to see you all again on tuesday,
dugald
Let's start with Rowanne Couch, who said goodbye (for now) to all of us with sad-funny story about her great grandfather who died in an avalanche of flour. some wondered whether it was plain or self-raising flour, and if he came out white, or had a gluten intolerance. it's a sad story, but Rowanne says even her family laugh about it now.
This all came about from a discussion of hauling flour and wool sacks on the Sydney wharves, and Harry Black, who Dugald met last Sunday at a public talk about Glebe's wharves, given by Max Solling. Dugald suggested Harry would be a great local resident to interview. Max Solling says he will come and talk to our group, maybe later this year. Rowanne says a lot of flour can be dangerous, and that if she married someone called Mr Potato her surname could be Rowanne Couch Potato.
Marla said she knew someone called Russell Sprout, or was it Barbara Dwyer (known otherwise as Barb Dwyer)? Uh-huh, we got sidetracked, talking about the old boxers of Glebe, and the "Marrickville Mauler", and unusual names.
Other names to crop up from Sunday's talk - and discussed by the group - included John Dengate, a local folk signer we Googled and who looks interesting and was a primary school techer for 35 years (at Glebe PS?) who now busks regularly, Meredith Bergman (much discussion about her), Les McMahon (who we all know Patrick has interviewed and we should all listen to shortly), and the Foley family, including "Doc Foley". Although we're not entirely sure who this Foley family are, but some said they have a local park named in their honour. We don't think the famous Aboriginal activist Gary Foley is related. Or is he? And if this Foley was a prominent doctor, was he practicing at the same time as the Dr Potts that Dianne and Eric are interested in researching? The plot thickens.
There was talk also ablout St Scholastica's College on the site of the old Toxteth Estate. One in the group (who may or may not have been a former student..) said a popular local nickname for the student of the prominent girls Catholic school was "Scholes moles". We laughed. And thought it couldn't be true. Irene, sitting at the end of the table, chirped in with a story of the girls at Holy Cross at Bondi Junction, who were nicknamed "Holy Crotch". Batman!
Again, we digressed. (Although Dianne Russell is going to talk to a neighbour who is going to talk to a nun at St Scholastica's who's in her 90s and could be a good interview. So no disparaging comments about their students, please!)
There was talk also about the local Aboriginal community and how we may gather some of its stories. Suggestions were through Tranby College, or the Aboriginal liaison officer at the local school, or through a contact at the police, or through the Ingrahm family. These are all avenues to be explored. George Bracken was a name that came up. Who is he again? Is anybody interesting in contacting him?
then we started talking about the Harold Park trotting track, in Glebe since 1902, and voted by members last week to be sold to the highest bidder. This led to discussion about Callan Park in Lilyfield, and again stories from Marla and Irene and others about their memories of this site. We should do something about Harold Park. I am keen for Dianne Russell, using her skills on historic architecture, to research where all the old horse stables still stand in backyards in Glebe. I reckon this would be a great way to map where the industry was once located in the suburb.
that's probably a big enough wrap up. Hopefully we can listen to Marla's interview of Frank next Tuesday, and as a group to Patrick's talk with Les, and maybe also tackle a little exercise on "senses", and how we could record Glebe through the "five senses". Irene was talking about Maslow's hierarchy of needs (and lipstick) in the tea break. what about the five senses of Glebe? What does it look, sound, smell, touch and taste like???
who knows..
hope to see you all again on tuesday,
dugald
23 October 2008
Highlights of Galluzzo interview
Salvatore Galluzzo and his wife came to Australia from Calabria in 1927, bringing with them one year old Frank.
Circa 1934 Salvatore bought the fruit shop at 187 Glebe Pt. Rd. from Francisco d'Albora.
Frank attended Glebe Public School where he was an average student and got up to quite a bit of mischief ... or so he says!
Years later young Frank took over the shop and with his wife Melina turned it into the thriving business it is today.
They have one daughter and five sons, all of whom grew up understanding the workings of the shop.
Today Joe and Damien keep the shop running and the staff are made up of Glebe locals.
Frank has diabetes 1 and at 82 years old is now blind and wheelchair bound and spends his days upstairs in the private quarters of the shop being spoilt by his many children and grandchildren.
Circa 1934 Salvatore bought the fruit shop at 187 Glebe Pt. Rd. from Francisco d'Albora.
Frank attended Glebe Public School where he was an average student and got up to quite a bit of mischief ... or so he says!
Years later young Frank took over the shop and with his wife Melina turned it into the thriving business it is today.
They have one daughter and five sons, all of whom grew up understanding the workings of the shop.
Today Joe and Damien keep the shop running and the staff are made up of Glebe locals.
Frank has diabetes 1 and at 82 years old is now blind and wheelchair bound and spends his days upstairs in the private quarters of the shop being spoilt by his many children and grandchildren.
25 September 2008
Life in Glebe - Marla's Story
Glebe has been my home for over 19 years. It has always been clearly divided into two sections – the rich (at the pointy end) and the poor (at the non pointy end). In those days we were classed as ‘inner city’ but the passage of time has seen us relegated to ‘inner west’. Since the advent of ‘our Clover’ we are NOW classed as part of the City of Sydney!
The face of Glebe is changing far too rapidly for my liking. Shops and pavements have been updated; peeling paint and dangerous tree-roots are becoming a thing of the past. Sadly rental increase is the by-product of the modernisation and as a result, many of our much-loved shops have been forced to close down, move on or go on-line.
Glebe has the feel of a small village. The locals are extremely loyal and fiercely supportive of the remaining shops with their familiar staff, sometimes to the detriment of their pocket. In return, the shopkeepers take time out to learn about their 'regulars', often consoling and supporting emotional issues or exclaiming in joy over a new grandchild or a personal triumph.
I relish the community spirit and despite the changing times, I feel that Glebe and I are destined to be together to the end of our days.
The face of Glebe is changing far too rapidly for my liking. Shops and pavements have been updated; peeling paint and dangerous tree-roots are becoming a thing of the past. Sadly rental increase is the by-product of the modernisation and as a result, many of our much-loved shops have been forced to close down, move on or go on-line.
Glebe has the feel of a small village. The locals are extremely loyal and fiercely supportive of the remaining shops with their familiar staff, sometimes to the detriment of their pocket. In return, the shopkeepers take time out to learn about their 'regulars', often consoling and supporting emotional issues or exclaiming in joy over a new grandchild or a personal triumph.
I relish the community spirit and despite the changing times, I feel that Glebe and I are destined to be together to the end of our days.
09 April 2008
Syd's Story
I live in Glebe with my sister-in-law who is very nice. I used to have a cat but it died. I come from Queensland. I moved down here in 2001. I wanted to change my life. Now I am learning computers. Maybe I will go to TAFE next semester and improve my reading and writing.
Living in Glebe is good because it is close to the city. In my street it is very quiet. I know the young people in Glebe sometimes muck up. I want to tell them there is more to life than mucking up . They are only young. They should go back to school.
Living in Glebe is good because it is close to the city. In my street it is very quiet. I know the young people in Glebe sometimes muck up. I want to tell them there is more to life than mucking up . They are only young. They should go back to school.
08 April 2008
How we came to live in Glebe
When Jesse was born and because I am partly paralysed on the right side, there arrived a diverse support group. I was advised to apply for public housing and took up this idea with enthusiasm - the Sydney commercial rental prices were starting to go up in leaps and bounds. So, off we toddled to the family doctor and hence discovered his evocative and emotive letterwriting skills.
Advice then sent us off to our local MP, the glorious Dawn Fraser, who also keenly supported our application for housing. Within 7 months we were called for interview - right down the bottom of George Street, in Chinatown Department of Housing (DoH) was then - how did we get there? baby, capsule and me. That's right, I was back at work by then and Jess' carer drove us and carried the capsule - good advocate Dianne too, told me what to say.
First we were offered a place in an allegedly drug-infested complex - I remember saying OK but the Client Service Officer said 'No'. She wouldn't even count that as the first offer ( 2 offer limit with DoH).
Then I looked at our current address. Wow! it's gorgeous. After we moved in, I remember saying 'I feel like I've won the lottery!' I was just so happy, feeling the roof over my head. I was protected. Thank You, bless-ed DoH.
Now, 19 odd years on I would like to say how much I appreciate Glebe, the location - priceless, the people - colourful and fabulous - gee, the belief 'it's nice to have nice neighbours' has served so well - gotta love the neighour family.
Advice then sent us off to our local MP, the glorious Dawn Fraser, who also keenly supported our application for housing. Within 7 months we were called for interview - right down the bottom of George Street, in Chinatown Department of Housing (DoH) was then - how did we get there? baby, capsule and me. That's right, I was back at work by then and Jess' carer drove us and carried the capsule - good advocate Dianne too, told me what to say.
First we were offered a place in an allegedly drug-infested complex - I remember saying OK but the Client Service Officer said 'No'. She wouldn't even count that as the first offer ( 2 offer limit with DoH).
Then I looked at our current address. Wow! it's gorgeous. After we moved in, I remember saying 'I feel like I've won the lottery!' I was just so happy, feeling the roof over my head. I was protected. Thank You, bless-ed DoH.
Now, 19 odd years on I would like to say how much I appreciate Glebe, the location - priceless, the people - colourful and fabulous - gee, the belief 'it's nice to have nice neighbours' has served so well - gotta love the neighour family.
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