|All the lovely girls|
So I have talked about, Carolyn, Melanie and Karen. Now here’s the rest that I remember.
My saddest memory is of Katherine or (Kathleen). A Yugoslav girl, her family as I recall, were orchardists/market gardeners. She had beautiful long pale hair, always worn in plaits, with a very straight fringe. Ribbons attached at the end of those plaits, in school colours of course.
Katherine cried a lot, so much so that she wouldn’t or couldn’t be comforted, I believe her to be in too much pain, from headaches. When comforting her wasn’t an option, because she was so upset, I would sit close by, hoping, being there was enough. I remember thinking at one time that maybe her plaits were too tight. (the mind of a 5/6 year old)
I think of her often, still to this day she is not far from my thoughts, Katherine died of a brain aneurism, one day she just never came back. So sad to loose a child and a friend.
Elizabeth lived on Blockhouse Bay Road, I loved their family, very cultured, I thought, and so sophisticated, so grown up, they had a piano. I never knew anybody else who had one, I was fascinated.
Elizabeth had two older sisters who were either studying or already in a profession, one a doctor and one a lawyer. Elizabeth had a huge dolls house that we spent hours playing with. Their house was always super quiet, with perfect vacuumed carpets throughout, her mum would bake a lot, in a very large kitchen. I can still smell the biscuits. Dinner time was a very formal affair, they would talk about stuff that went way over my head. Politics I think.
This concept of fine dining and intelligent conversation I found very confusing. All my parents did at the dining table was fight!
Sad story for that family here to, as they had a new born son who died by accidental smotheration. I remember everyone being shocked and saddened.
Smelly Gail who had a BO problem, always had a runny nose, rashes and allergies. No hope for her especially as she lived on a farm, so I am guessing, hay fever wasn’t her friend.
What a magical home they had. Think, long winding driveways lined with large overhanging brimmed tress, verandah’s all the way around, children running through playing chasey through open french doors with billowing white curtains, masses of dark floor boards, horses in paddocks.
I remember it being a very welcoming site. That is what I remember best about Gail, aside from the time when she stole my white shirt after gym as hers stank too much from her BO. Guess who had to wear hers, I will never forgive her for that, she denied that she stole my shirt till she was blue in the face. Karma Gail Karma, that’s all I’m saying.
Christina was like a fine sparrow, So tiny, so pale that you could see all of her veins in her arms and legs. Christina is very gentle just like her name. she had beautiful light brown hair that reminded me of goldilocks, hair with soft curls trailing down her back. She always wore it with a quarter pulled up on top of her head, always tied up with a ribbon in a bow, while the rest was allowed to roam free. I remember her as being very sweet, and tiny.
Was very friendly, round faced with strawberry coloured hair, she always wore her hair short with the fringe area tied up to one side. I remember her as being very studious. Not like Melanie and I, it was always a race and a bet to see which of us would come last in the class at the end of each year. Generally we shared it well, mind you it was also a class of 12. School was not my friend even then.
A last note: Please be mindful that these are memories from my Primary School, and are as true as I recall them.
To be Continued ………