In my first post about me, I posted that I had three brothers, Garry, Peter & Robin (Bobbo). So this week I’ll tell you a little about them. I never had a sister and it was a case of if you can’t beat them join them. So I grew up to be a bit of a Tom Boy, wearing all their hand me down clothes and playing cowboys and indians with them.
Garry is the eldest and being 5 years older than me, went off to boarding school when I was about 8 years old. He was such a tease, always the practical joker. I remember one time our dear grandmother, nanna Herbert, was in the out-house which was up in the back garden. It was close to Guy Fawkes and we all had crackers to play with. There were jumping jacks, sparklers and the Big Penny Bomb! Yep, you guessed it, Garry threw one of the penny bombs under the toilet door and it exploded near nanna. It must have frightened the living daylights out of her.
Garry was a good footballer and played for Swan Districts in the WAFL (West Australian Football League). Later he played for West Perth before coming back to the farm to help dad.
When Peter finished boarding school and while Garry was in the city, he worked on the farm for a few years before heading off travelling around Australia on a motorbike. Peter is only 2 years older than myself and Bobbo, (Robin) is only 13 months older than I am. Mum apparently had 3 of us in nappies at the same time and I imagine in those days, without disposable nappies, she would have been kept pretty busy.
Peter and I used to spend the school holidays with our grandmother, Nanna Herbert, at her home in Snowden Street. One of my memories was going to the Sunshine Festival and winning a prize on the chocolate wheel. Nanna chose a doll for me, but Peter remembers being really put out as he wanted a prize for himself.
Bobbo and I were the naughty twins. Being so close in age, we did everything together, we were buddies, spending many hours, days, building cubby houses together or off riding our bikes, bird nesting, kicking football or catching taddies (tadpoles) in the creek. Sometimes we’d be out for most of the day. No harm ever came to us.
Amy Drage, neighbours and good friends of the family, told me once that Bobbo and I were staying with her at Chilmony Bowes, while mum was in hospital. It was near to the Northampton Show time and Amy’s chrysamthemum’s were in bud, looking ready to win her some prizes. But, Bobbo and I went around and pulled off the buds, putting them in a pickling jar!!
Amy tells me that she gave us both a hiding with the long handle of her hair brush. Recently I went to Amy’s 90th birthday and we reminisced about this time. She remembered it well.