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.
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