I am the first to admit that
I am not the world’s greatest gardener. Some people plant seeds, I bury them!
Despite my failings as a gardener I feel I rate quite highly when it comes to
pruning trees and overgrown vegetation, especially when in I am in possession of a chain
saw.
My greatest, or most
infamous, bout of pruning occurred when we were living in Donnybrook, a beautiful spot about 230 kilometeres south-west of Perth. Armed with only a common old garden saw, I started pruning one Saturday
afternoon as Lesley set off happily for the tennis club. When she was leaving
she saw me enthusiastically attacking the three small decorative poplar trees that grew in the
garden in from of our house and advised me not to cut too much off.
Well, as I cut away and cut
away I got carried away and cut away some more. The result was that when Lesley
arrived home at about half past six, the three trees were severely denuded of
their leaves and most of their branches. They stood there shyly in embarrassed
denudation.
Too say that Lesley was not
happy would be understating the situation. Not only had I removed the greenery
from the front of the house, I had now exposed our house for all to see. It was
an old Education Department house that, I had to admit, looked a lot better
when the trees obscured the view. To this day, whenever I announce that I am
going to do some pruning, Lesley constantly advises me not to cut too much off.
However, the good news about over pruning, as I repeatedly told Lesley on that
cold Saturday night in Donnybrook, is “It will all grow back again.” And it
does.
Actually we recently revisited
Donnybrook on the June long weekend celebrating Western Australia Day. Originally,
this holiday was called Foundation Day to celebrate the arrival of Captain
Stirling and a hardy group of free settlers and English soldiers who arrived on
June 2nd 1829 to establish the Swan River Settlement, which is now
the pretty city of Perth.
Actually Stirling and his
party landed on a very stormy night on the shores of Garden Island, about ten
miles south west of Fremantle. It wasn’t till August that he actually declared
Perth to be the site where he would found his settlement and claim control of
one third of the Australian continent.
Unfortunately, Foundation
Day could be seen as an unintended affront to the indigenous inhabitants of the
Swan River area. The Noongar people had been living here for about 60 000 years
before Stirling took possession of more than 1.8 million square kilometres in
the name of King George the Fourth of England. The Swan River Settlement grew
to become Perth, the most remote capital city in the world. It is closer to
Djakarta and Singapore than it is to Sydney. A few years ago a decision was
made to change the name Foundation Day to W.A. Day and I think that was a good
thing.
It is a shame that Stirling
arrived in early June, because the weather can be very wet and wild at that
time. Such was the case on that long weekend as Lesley and I ventured South to
Busselton, Donnybrook and Boyanup visiting old friends. The weather was wet,
windy and quite cold. However, all of our friends gave us a very warm welcome
and wined and dined us in fine style. We spent the weekend talking about the
days of yore and how good were all were way back then.
Donnybrook holds great
memories for us. I was promoted to Donnybrook District High School in 1975.
Lesley and I, together with young daughters Jane and Sarah, took up residence
in the Headmasters’ House in January 1975. We obviously loved the place as we stayed
there for seven years, leaving at the end of 1981.
We kept ourselves busy. In
August of 1975 our youngest daughter, Emily was born and Lesley enjoyed a renewed
burst of motherhood. When the football season started in April I became the
local sports reporter for Bunbury’s South West Times newspaper. In November I was elected to be
the General Manager of the Donnybrook Football Club.
When Emily was about three
years old, Lesley started teaching music part time at St Mary’s School where
Jane and Sarah were students. A year or two later, Lesley took on a class
teaching role and also developed a magnificent school choir which, in 1979, won
the choral section at the Bunbury Eisteddfod. An outstanding achievement.
1979 was also the year that
Lesley won the Ladies’ Singles Championship at Donnybrook Tennis Club. She was also the club's nominee for the District Sportstar of the Year Award. It was also
the year that I became the founding editor of the Donnybrook-Balingup News, a local
paper that was distributed around the district each month. Oh, yes, a place of
many happy memories.
And that house that we lived
in in Donnybrook? Well, a few years after we left Donnybrook, it was decided
the site would be a great place for a well-aged home facility. I have to agree
that it was a great site. It was adjacent to parkland on the main highway and about fifty metres
behind the house was the Preston River. On the other side was a huge grassy
hill on top of which sat a fine old style colonial home. A magnificent view.
Lesley and I went back to
that spot on that Monday long weekend. Our house is now long gone, replaced by
a very modern looking well aged home facility known as Minninup Cottages. Lui Tuia, a good friend of ours, was instrumental in the establishment and opertation of this well aged facility. A few years later Lui was the driving force for the establishment of an Aged Care facility in Donnybrook. This was eventually named Tuia Lodge in his honour. Lui was a far sighted and energetic Shire President when we first met hi in 1975. He later served with distinction on the Bunbury Port Authority and the South-West Health Authority.
What is also gone from that site of our old house is the
magnificent view across the river to the old colonial farmhouse standing high on a hill on the hill. In the intervening
35 years, the trees on the far bank of the Preston River have grown, enormously. So, it really is a
case of not being able to see the scenery for the trees.
But our old house is not gone
entirely. It was relocated to 27 Steere Street, which is right across the road from V.C. Mitchell Park, home of the Donnybrook Football Club. In fact, our old house sits right
behind the goal posts. Rather fitting that it should be there, overlooking that
football oval and clubrooms. I was General Manager of the Donnybrook Football
Club for six years. Some changes have been made over the years but the
little press box still sits on top of the clubrooms. It was where I sat perched
for seven seasons reporting on the footy for the South Western Times newspaper.
I am happy to know our old house now has a great view of the football games at the Home of the Mighty Dons, where I had some involvement and have many happy memories. Not that people now living in our old
house get to see much of the football when they look out their windows. The
house has a cluster of peppermint trees growing in front of it.
As we drove off I told
Lesley that they needed pruning. She just smiled!