Archive for the 'When Box Hill Was a Village' Category
When I was a boy growing up in Box Hill my old home town in Melbourne, we were blessed with a magnificent Town Hall.
What a magnificent structure this hall still is. When Box Hill became a borough in 1927 it decided it needed a new town hall befitting its position as a city with a [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 6:44 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
As I walked up Court Street, Box Hill, to the Sunday School of the Box Hill Church of Christ in those last days of the World War, I walked into the friendship of a number of significant adults who had a profound effect on the future direction of my life.
One such man was not a [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 6:35 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
When I was a boy growing up in Box Hill most of my activities centred around activities with other boys in Box Hill. But from the age of 13 everything centred around girls.
Everything I then did had to have girls involved somehow and there were no highlights greater than the never ending series of parties.
These [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 6:31 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
When I was a young teenager growing up in Box Hill the most important event that occurred in my life occurred the day I decided to start Christian Endeavour. I was thirteen years of age at the time and the year was 1951.
This unusual event occurred on the very day I decided to leave Sunday [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 5:28 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
One of the men who greatly influenced my life as a young boy in Box Hill, was an enormous mountain of a man who lived in Victoria Street. I used to walk past his house going to school and in the morning would find him walking back towards his house trailing a golf buggy. He [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 5:24 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
When I was a boy growing up in those days at the close of World War II, I used to attend Box Hill State School, School No.2838 in Station Street, Box Hill. When I started to ride my little red Moyes Special bicycle to school with its 24 inch wheels and my name on the [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 5:04 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
The great highlight of our Sunday School year was the Anniversary Concert. When I was a boy growing in my old home town of Box Hill the Sunday School Concert was one of the highlights of the year.
The Sunday School Anniversaries were held in the Box Hill Town Hall. The singing of religious songs in [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 4:48 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
The first Tuesday in November is observed throughout Australia as Melbourne Cup Day. This is the nation’s annual religious festival. In Melbourne, while most of the cars and buses seem to be going through the suburbs towards the Flemington race course, there is also an enormous exodus of cars and buses and furniture vans leaving [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 4:39 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village |
There were quite a number of people in Box Hill who had flash cars. Most people who had cars had Austin Sevens or Austin Eights or Morris Majors or Vauxhalls but there were some people who drove round in big cars like Hudsons and Nashs, the Overland or the one I liked best, the Chevrolet.
Most [...]
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Friday, 10th February, 2006, 4:37 pm | Australian Short Stories, When Box Hill Was a Village | No Comments »
Just as World War II closed in those early days of Box Hill, my old home town where I grew up, my father died and my mother was faced with a dreadful decision about what to do to get more income. The insurance policy she had had on his life had paid off most of [...]
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