I emigrated to Australia from England, with my parents, in 1937, when I was 14 years old. We lived in various flats for a few years after our arrival. Two of the flats were also in the Mosman area, one in Bradley’s Head Road and one in Cranbrook Avenue, although my memories of these places aren’t clear. In about 1940 we moved to lovely house, 44 Ryries Parade. I was in my late teens by that time.
I remember Ryries Parade well. It certainly was a long walk up the hill to the tram at Cremorne Junction – but we took it for granted. The view from the back of the house was wonderful – Middle Harbour in all its glory! We became close friends with a neighbour, Vera, but I can’t recall her surname.
I remember that scramble down the bush track, which started two houses down from ours near the end of the street, to get to the water and a rowing boat that one could use. I do not remember (if I ever knew!) the owner of the boat, which is rather is mystery to me.
While I lived in Ryries Parade I worked in the city until I joined the Australian Womens’ Army Service (AWAS) during World War 2. I often caught the ferry across to Circular Quay to go to work. Then in late 1949, I was married in the house, with much help from our friend and neighbour, Vera. My first baby was born in nearby St Monan’s Hospital in 1952.
My father died that year and my mother moved away from Mosman. So, that was the end of my connection with 44 Ryries Parade.
As I remember Ryries Parade fondly, a few years ago some Mosman friends took me to see our old house and I was happy to see that it was still there and looking lovely.