The Life Of One Alone

The life and thoughts of a widow.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Glenorchy Tasmania, late 1950's.

Glenorchy was like the big tail end country town of Hobart during my time of living there.
There was no shopping centre, but we had 2 butcher's shops, McShane's Grocery Store,
O'Briens Milk Bar, Barkley's Clothing & Gifts, the Elwick Hotel, a Fish and Chip Shop and cafe, another Fish and Chip shop, a rather odd picture theatre and a newsagency. I think the picture Theatre was called The Melrose.

The tram line came to an end at the bottom of Tolosa Street next to a big convict built church. But, in 1960, all trams stopped running which was a bummer as they were great, but they gave way to buses. I recall the shelter shed where we all huddled in the cold weather to keep warm while waiting for the tram.

Next to O'Brien's bridge was the big convict built tannery or something where the skins of slaughtered animals were sent. I don't know what they did with them, it too had been convict built and if memory serves me correct, it was a brick two storey place.

To swim, everyone went to 'The Grove' where people in days gone by had erected a dressing shed, toilets, and swings. There was also a very old jetty there, I think 'convict built'.

The Grove boasted of the largest shade tree's one could imagine planted by early settlers (or convicts), and the entire area was grassed with lush grass.

It was here where all young people would gather in summer to dive off the jetty and swim in the cool, clean water of the Derwent. Unfortunately, when we walked in the water we had to walk on large round water worn rocks but that was all the more fun.

On the grass we would play chasey, some type of "beach Ball", and of course we would sit and sing songs. It was the 'playground of Glenorchy' set in natural settings and loved by everyone.

Today, not many have heard of The Grove but it was from here men would sit and do a spot of fishing from the jetty with good catches to be had.

Of course we don't remember the large house in the picture. But many other photo's of The Grove and us swimming, and playing there are in existance.

Historical things man destroys for so called 'progress' can never be replaced and forever die outin the memories of man. For this reason alone, I often wonder if progress is really good and replace the word with 'regress'.

The Brooker Highway destroyed much which will never be seen by Australians, what was kept for people to see was the Shot Tower and Port Arthur, and of course the famous (or infamous?) Salamanca Place where early whore houses had been and a man murdered on Kelly's Steps.

During the time I lived in Tasmania, no decent person would go near parts of Salamanca place. Today, things have changed there for the better and all the old whore houses etc; stare down on the throng.

On the corner of Mill Lane in Glenorchy there had been a very old 'convict built' two storey Inn. It was small and dank in rooms, but nevertheless part of Tasmania's history. Here, coaches would stop in Mill Lane to allow passengers to refresh themselves. Mill Lane was cobble stoned only to a point where the coaches stopped.

As young kids, we were not permitted to walk past the Elwick Hotel which was close to O'Brien's Bridge, and almost opposite Mill Lane. It was a very large two storey hotel, and very boisterous. Drunks often fell out the door. I believe it too had been 'convict built'.

It always fascinated me just how many places had been 'convict built'. It seemed that the convicts spent all of their time building.

Beside O'Brien's bridge, just behind Chapel Street, there laid a huge and beautiful Chinese Garden filled with fresh vegetables.

The Chinese lived in a little wooden humpy on their land and were the friendliest of people. There were no women, only men who smoked opium (so everybody said)and yet were able to sell the best vegetables to be bought. The garden itself was huge and the Chinese, being wonderful workers, worked in the garden from sunrise till dark.

The Catholic Church we has attended was so very old and had a history which reached back to it's stained glass windows being brought from England along with it's beautiful 'Stations Of The Cross' monuments. It's architecture was almost identical to the Richmond Catholic Church.

The Church was on the Main Road of Glenorchy, just down from Chapel street on the right hand side of the road.

As one entered the gate of the church, one walked beneath an ancient 'crab apple' tree which spread it's glorious blanches across a well worn path beside which were graves of the long departed, these were set in lawns which was typical of the British Church style in English ancient days. In spring time daffodils would show their golden heads to a gentle, non haste world.

On the corner of Chapel Street was Salters Grocery Store, it was very old, whereas, in Chapel Steet itself was another little grocery store just up from Salters.


The best looking building in Glenorchy was the Post Office! Here, there was a cenotaph and here it was that all Glenorchians laid a wreath on Anzac Day where the haunting refrain of 'The Last Post' would be played.

O'Brien's Bridge was the 'meeting place' for most of we young ones. "Meecha at O'Brien's Bridge!" was a comon call.

Ond ... on the corner of Chapel Street opposite Salters Grocery Store, on the lefe as one turned into Chapel Street, was the old convict built church with it's ancient hedge hiding much of what had once been.

At the top of Chapel Street was a beautiful clear water sort of a shallow damn which was also a popular swiming place for we young people during summer if The Grove was too crowded. Farmlets dotted the road to the dam and we would ride our bikes up there passing fruit trees laden with fruit, (pears and greengage plums being firm favorites as we were sick of apples,) and horses gamboling in paddocks of course!


When Glenorchy was declared a city, we all laughed. But, of course I did not live at Glenorchy then. One of my best friends (and Godfather to my daughter) became one of the Mayors of Glenorchy, and I knew Glenorchy as it had been would be lost to the world. Not because of my friend! But because of ... other reasons ....

And today, it seems, that all photo's of old Glenorchy have vanished, or are being withheld from view.

Many people are not aware that Marcus Clarke who wrote 'For The Term Of His Natural Life', lived near Glenorchy. But most are aware that the ex bushranger, Martin Cash lived there.

15 Comments:

  • At 11 February, 2007 16:55, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Things are not the same today. Everything you have mentioned there barring O'Brien's bridge had gone.

     
  • At 11 February, 2007 22:04, Blogger Simonetta said…

    I can see that by studying Google Earth Denny. Unbelievable.

     
  • At 11 December, 2008 00:56, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    The Grove area sounds lovely. The remains of the old "homestead" for the Grove farm is still standing though ( just ). It is located in the Mc Kay timber yard. It seems progress can do what it likes in the northern suburbs

     
  • At 20 August, 2013 14:27, Anonymous Barence said…

    Hello Simonetta,
    I was rasised in Glenorchy from 1946 up till early 1960's and really do relate to your excellent summary of life in "'norchy" in those days. You wouldn't recognise it now.

    Can you remember an oldrun down house on the corner of Main Road and Tolosa Steet, opposite St. Matthews Church where the trams terminated?

    I am trying to piece together a history of that building, now gone and the location part of the grounds of the Civic Centre

     
  • At 06 September, 2014 11:16, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    The Rollinson family lived on the corner of Main and Grove Road opposite the old church. Across the road was The Glenorchy Primary School Mahoneys' Butchery and Bakery. Next door to their house was an apricot orchard owned by... I will be back.

     
  • At 07 June, 2015 14:53, Blogger Geoff Mellor said…

    Sorry but you have made some mistakes in your account of Glenorchy In the 1950s.
    There were 3 butcher shops in Glenorchy, Willing's which was next door to the Glenorchy Hardware Store which was opposite Nut Brown Bakery which was on the corner of Riddoch St. Another butcher shop that I can't remember the name of was south of the Racecourse Hotel and the other butcher shop was Rainbows Butchery which was south of Honey's Shoe Store which was located on the corner of Eddy St and Main Rd.
    I do don't recall a milk bar being called O'Briens Milk Bar but there was the Regina Milk Bar which was very popular back in the 50s and 60s. There were no shops around O'Briens Bridge but next to the bridge was the skin place you speak of. It was not convict built and it was called Wilcox Mofflin where the skins of slaughtered animals went.
    The Melrose Picture Theatre was owned by Mr&Mrs Wallace and that was next door to Stan Gough's Shell Service Station on the corner of Elwick Rd and MainRd, on the other corner was Stuart's Corner which was another grocery store before the coming of such supermarkets as McShane's and Purity.
    The Grove and its large trees, well those huge trees were poplar trees planted to shelter the hops that were grown there. The jetty at the Grove I remember very well and it was not convict built, anchored out from that was an ocean going yacht (named Elwick)that the Attril Family had build on their property at the bottom of McGough St, the street I lived in. Plus I don't ever recall anybody fishing off that jetty but do remember a lot of men went floundering in Elwick Bay.
    The Catholic Church, St John's on the corner of Grove Rd and Main Rd did not have a cemetery in its ground's but St Pauls Church of England had a cemetery in its grounds as did the old Methodist Church on the corner of Chapel St and MainRd, along with St Matthews Church on the corner of Main Rd and Tolosa St.
    One of my memories is of Nut Brown Bakery and the beautiful smell that surrounded that shop and the meat pies they made back in those days would make the pies of now look and taste stupidly.
    There were 3 hotels in Glenorchy The Elwick Hotel which was nearly opposite Beakley Bros which you refered to as Barkley Bros, this was womens and mens wear and a drapery store own by 2 brothers Bob and John Beakley

     
  • At 07 June, 2015 14:57, Blogger Geoff Mellor said…

    The Racecourse Hotel that I have already written about and the Club Hotel which was next door to St John's Catholic Church.

     
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  • At 23 March, 2017 01:54, Blogger Unknown said…

    From memory I believe the milk bar was called the Regina Milk Bar, there was a hair dressing salon next to it and something else, but I can't recall what, think vaguely could have been a pharmacy. Directly across the road was a butcher's shop, a greengrocers and a small shop that at one time was used for women's fashions. Opposite again, in the old building on the corner of Mill Lane was a one-time nursery outlet where you could buy seedlings for the garden, the plants being counted out and then lifted with a trowel from the shallow wooden tray and into the paper wrapping. Often there were more plants than you asked for. A series of cream, single-storey conjoined houses stretched along the street, and the red brick Child Welfare Clinic was not far away from these, quite close to the bridge. Further along, the Chinese market garden, diagonally opposite Wright's Avenue and on the northern side of O'Brien's Bridge, which later became the site for the Hayward's Biscuit factory, was delightful to see, as the Chinamen working beyond the hawthorn hedge along the main road wore coolie hats as they bent over and tended the gardens. Back now, to where I think McShane's were the first ones to introduce a supermarket, with trolleys and brown paper bags to carry your groceries in? They had had a butcher's shop for a long time but expanded into the novel concept of a supermarket. Going along again to near the Regina Milk Bar, with a street separating it from McShane's, and set back off that section of the main street was a very modern dry cleaning factory. Back now to the church on the corner of Tolosa Street, slightly up the street and opposite the church there was a small brick building that was the library. I recall the bright yellow covers of the National Geographic and the amazing images that were produced within the pages. The post office on the main street was wonderful, with its huge peppercorn tree and fabulous slate roof. Opposite was Gurr's Chemist shop. There had been a cake shop nearby (not the Nut Brown Bakery but another one, whose cakes were displayed on glass stands). A smithy worked his forge in the dark shed opposite Tolosa Street,and the Glenorchy Fish Shop cooked the longest chips, a shilling a pop for hungry kids after the Satd'y matinee at the flicks. Couta was the fish of choice, with big bones you wouldn't catch in your throat, unless you were very unlucky, and the runnels of water down the window pane was delighful to watch while you waited in the three-deep queue, adults and kids alike. Not far along was the Nut Brown Bakery who baked on Sundays and people crowded round the back for the fresh bread that was often destroyed before children got it home, as it was so delicious. Then telly came in the '60s, so the electrical store, the name of which I can't for the moment recall, set up the magic machines in the window for the people to crowd in the cold night air and view, dreaming no doubt of the day they could afford one of these black and white beauties. Lots more, but not for now. Beakley's store, haberdashery. The d'oily linens, the tablecloths and tray covers women would embroider, buying the silken yarns for the task to hand for their moments of relaxation. The knitting yarns on display for selection for those fine, warm winter jumpers the family wore (raglan sleeves). Oh yes, and there was Honey's Shoe Store, further along, on a corner opposite Elwick Road. A pair of fine leather lace-up, fur-lined ankle boots were so warm in winter. Who's petrol station was it on the corner of Elwick Road? Shell? It wasn't Willie Wedd, he was in Hobart. Mark Cook Cars. Daffodil margarine - and Daffa Crisps. So much yet not recalled...

     
  • At 03 April, 2017 11:24, Blogger Huongkvb said…

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  • At 04 August, 2017 23:21, Blogger Dwainzd1 said…

    Right about The Regina my family owned that until I was 12-13 and we had the building a while longer. My Grandfather still lives 2 doors down in the house above the shops.

     
  • At 16 March, 2023 16:38, Anonymous Robert Cross said…

    The account posted by Geoff Mellor was the most accurate based on my memories of Glenorchy in the 1950's. I lived in Mc Gough Street almost opposite the Mellor family.I have fond memories of the Grove Beach and the jetty where many happy hours were spent in the summer months. I used to walk to Glenorchy state school and sometimes used O'Brien's Creek as a short cut as far as the bridge. There was a shortage of class rooms at the school due to the baby boomers and I remember attending a class in the old church building on the corner of Chappel Street and main road where we would play amongst the grave stones and crypts in the front yard. Little did I know then that I would hold my 21'st birthday party in the same building. Many happy hours were spent by me in Glenorchy in those days when the town seemed a safe place for any kid to wander and play,especially on the old cannon in front of the post office.

     
  • At 11 June, 2023 20:51, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Robert- seeing as you remember Glenorchy during the 1950s I am wondering if you know where the old Northgate Milk Bar was located. I have seen a photo of it but was unable to tell if it existed on the same sight as the Glenorchy fish and chip shop which during the 1970s was next to the ANZ bank. Both of these were later dozed to make way for the current Northgate shopping complex. I'm interested as my family run the fish and chip shop during the 1970s.

     

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