We lived in The Grove from 1969 until 1994, after ‘emigrating” from Melbourne where we had lived all our lives until then. When we downsized/rightsized after the children left home, we remained in Mosman, in Clanalpine Street. We jocularly said we had gone over the hill, but only geographically.
During the 25 year period in The Grove, our daughters attended Queenwood School for Girls, just around the corner and down the hill. They then travelled, followed their careers, and moved on to fulfil their lives.
The Grove was a delightful street in which to live. Neighbours were neighbourly in the best sense as we all lived our own private lives. They were available for help but without being intrusive. Many cheery waves were exchanged when we saw each other, anywhere.. The view over Balmoral and through The Heads was a constant reminder that we were in Sydney.
During the 1988 Bicentennial Year, we had one of the many street parties which were part of the celebrations. A band was hired, every house provided food and drink, and the road was closed to traffic for a few hours on a Sunday afternoon. For those who knew others only by sight, the opportunity was taken to have a chat and talk about the kids who had grown up in The Grove, and anything else that came to mind. The event cemented the happy ambience of the street.
It was a memorable day. Attached is a photo of the happy occasion.
This brings back memories. As a kid my family and I only lived in The Grove for a few months, but to me the big house on the steep terrain with the view on the sea and the lush garden behind it will always be one of the most beautiful places on earth. (Well I guess it only exists in my memories now, as I went back there recently on a childhood pilgrimage, only to find out that my beloved adventure house had been replaced by one of those tacky looking pretentious luxury houses. It hurts a bit to know that place doesn’t exist anymore.)