I had been working for Mr. McKelvie, the Newspaper Agent. For several months I had been riding my little red “Moyes Special” bicycle with its 24 inch wheels and its sugar bag haversack on each side of the horizontal bar … Continue reading
One of the saddest days I ever recall in my old home town of Box Hill where I grew up when I was a boy in those days after World War II, was the day we learnt of the death … Continue reading
Everybody in Box Hill took part in fighting World War II. We all had black out blinds and slits in our car headlights to allow only pencils of light to illumine the dark nights. We had air raid shelters outside … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading