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This image is of Ocean Grove shows the main shopping strip – The Terrace – from the corner of Presidents Avenue near the bottom right up to the intersection with Hodgson Street at the top left. The building at the top left is the Corner Store on the south east corner of The Terrace.
What? What has that got to do with history? Well a lot more than you think but you’ll have to be patient. I have to set the scene, explain the background, then we’ll get to the blowing up bit. The big problem is where to start.
I think it has to start with my darling late Dad. He would have been 95 tomorrow – 13th December 2017. I think about my Dad often – and ‘chat’ to him regularly. He died far too young – back in 1989 – but in my mind he is as alive today as way back when those Milo tins were getting blown up.
But I digress – a bad habit I have.
My brother and I had a totally decadent upbringing – Dad was Production Manager of Peter’s Ice Cream and we were the official taste testers of EVERYTHING that came out of that factory. There’s a special photo of Fussy and me in an earlier blog. Fussy is my brother – two years older – and he was called Fussy because our surname was Fussen (French) but as a little tacker I couldn’t say ‘Graham’ – Fussy was MUCH easier to say! And more than 60 years later he’s still called Fussy! And of course he answers to it.
The two-storey part at the front was Dad’s floor – his office, laboratory, cool room, and a view and access to the factory floor below.
Getting back to that decadent upbringing – Fussy and I would get home from school, grab our homework and run around to the factory and upstairs to Dad’s area. What new exciting concoction had Dad created that he needed an honest opinion on?
Of course the BIG one was the Drumstick – yes, our Dad created Drumsticks. And lemonade ice blocks and all sorts of other things. Every kid’s fantasy! And of course the workers at the factory also believed in spoiling the boss’s kids. Can you image a birthday party when a team of men jogged around from the factory with a special ice cream cake for me. Remember the little plastic dolls with a fancy ice cream skirt? Well, the reason for the special trip from the factory – that doll was bigger than ME – I think it was my sixth birthday.
There I go – digressing again. Drumsticks – some years ago I met my brother in Mount Gambier. He lived in Adelaide, and still does, and I was living in Ocean Grove at the time – Mount Gambier was about half way and he was there at a Rotary Conference. He stayed on so we could have a bit of time together. We went down to Port Macdonnell doing the tourist bit. We remembered we had been there on a holiday with Mum and Dad when we were quite young. We were about to walk out on the very long jetty when Fussy yelled … WAIT! Why? He ran across the road and bought two drumsticks – we couldn’t reminisce about Dad without having a Drumstick!
In the early 60s we moved from the house around the corner from the factory to the house that Dad built – and he really did build most of it. He hired the tradesmen and worked side-by-side with them every weekend until we were able to move into our first ‘real’ home in Adelaide.
OK – I’m getting to the Milo tin but this is an important part of it. It was a two-storey house – my bedroom was the dormer window on the left and Fussy was in the one on the right. We had our ‘wardrobes’ in the eaves of the roof and for two little tackers it was so easy to crawl from one room to the other via the built-in-wardrobes. We rigged up a string on hooks just inside each cupboard door and attached a small cardboard letter box which we could send to and fro simply by pulling the right string. And of course we rigged up a small bell to signal when there was mail. Just like on your computer these days – You’ve got mail!
Back then there weren’t as many obstacles in the front yard and there was no roller door blocking the driveway – it was important to be able to run quickly from the back yard to the front yard. YES – this is ALL relevant!
Although we’d moved further away from the factory we were still regular visitors to the tasting laboratory a number of times each week. Dad was also the ‘ice-cream’ man for our school fetes. He would pack up the big green canvas bags with the obligatory dry ice in the bottom. The walls of the green bags were a good four inches thick – heavy insulation. On top of the dry ice was a thick wad of newspaper, then the bag was chock-a-block full of Dixie Cups (ice-creams) to be sold at the school fetes. Dad had a trailer that was loaded up at the factory with a number of canvas bags that he would then deliver to the schools. He’d also collect the bags to go back to the factory and sometimes there were a number at home in the carport or on the back verandah. The ice cream was all gone but that dry-ice lasted forever.
OK – I’M GETTING THERE!
Because we spent so much time roaming around the factory, in and out of the freezer rooms, and helping Dad load up the big green canvas bags, it was essential that we were taught about the dangers of dry-ice and how to handle it without burning the skin off our fingers.
OK – ARE YOU READY? Back in the 60s we didn’t have computers and the electronic games etc that are so prevalent today. We made our own fun and games and unless it was bucketting down we spent weekends outside. The neighbourhood kids gathered at our place because we had the best game – and their parents were happy – as long as they could hear the explosions they knew where their kids were!
Of course these days we wouldn’t be able to blow up Milo tins – for LOTS of reasons including:
- We wouldn’t be able to get hold of dry-ice
- Milo tins aren’t real tins any more – they’re foil lined cardboard or thin tin – not nearly sturdy enough for our needs
- Our game would be deemed too dangerous – no-one EVER got hurt!
It was SO MUCH FUN and we got HEAPS OF EXERCISE.
This is how the game worked. Only Fussy and I could set up the ‘bomb’ as we were trainined in the use of dry-ice. We knew exactly how much water to put in the milo tin and exactly what size piece of dry-ice. We pounded the lid on so that only a really good explosion would blow it off. We also had a little mound of sand to tilt the Milo tin at the right angle. This was all done in the back yard so all the kids in the front yard couldn’t see what we were doing.
Then we ran like blazes to the front yard (with no roller door blocking our path), and then we waited, and waited, and waited, and then BANG. That’s why it wouldn’t work these days – the Milo tin was STRONG so that only the lid blew off and the tin stayed intact. The lid went flying up in the air, OVER the two-storey house, and into the waiting arms of the excited mob of kids in the front yard. The winner was the one who caught or grabbed the lid first. Lots of cheering and shouting. And then we did it all over again … and AGAIN, and AGAIN, and AGAIN.
We never tired of blowing up that old Milo tin. We sometimes stopped for lunch – a picnic lunch that Mum or one of the other mothers supplied – then it was back to blowing up the Milo tin. All the other kids understood that you needed special training to set up the ‘bomb’. There were never arguments about it, just the excitement of waiting to see the lid come flying over the roof of the house.
By the end of the day we were exhausted but happy and safe. The explosions stopped and the other Mum’s knew their little darlings were on their way home.
Now do you understand why Dad’s birthday tomorrow reminded me of blowing up Milo tins? Oh, and of course tomorrow I will be eating a Drumstick and ‘chatting’ with Dad. And YES – this is all important history that should be recorded. These days I have diabetes but one of the first things I worked through with my Diabetes Educator was how I could eat an occasional Drumstick without causing havoc with my blood sugar levels.
It’s a bit like making a toast with Champagne or Whiskey – in our family we make a toast with Drumsticks!
Happy Birthday Dad – love you lots.
I challenge anyone who has ever done any family or local history research to read this and not want to go back for more or to pass it on to others.
Graeme is well known for a number of books such as the Rise and Fall of Marvellous Melbourne. On 16th October 2017 Graeme spoke at the 2017 Victorian Community History Awards at the Arts Centre in Melbourne – fortunately you can read his words in the Public Record Office Victoria blog.
I hope this blog never disappears as it deserves to be read again and again.
In fact if you ever find it missing, I’ve copied the text to a safe place and would not hesitate to ask for it to be reinstated.
Enjoy – it’s definitely worth reading.
Oh how I wish I could credit this to the person who created it but there are TOO MANY versions on the web, many claiming ownership. So I tried but failed to credit the originator – I’m sure you know who you are and to you I say Thank You for making me laugh out loud. Definitely got a strange look from my house companion – my pussy cat!
There are millions of clever genealogy sayings out there but this one is SO appropriate for Victoria, Australia – today is a Public Holiday for the Grand Final parade. Tomorrow the Grand Final is between the Adelaide Crows (from interstate but favourites as they finished top of the home-and-away end-of-season ladder) and the Richmond Tigers (local – Melbourne – favourites as Melbourne is where the AFL Grand Final is generally held. Anyway, that’s the reason for the Public Holiday in Victoria – not a Public Holiday anywhere else in Australia!
It’s even more appropriate if your team isn’t in the Grand Final and you want to drown your sorrows – go Ancestor Hunting instead!
AND I hope it makes you laugh out loud.
I’m going to chase more of mine:
Do you know how wonderful it is to wear a pair of shoes for the first time in more than 3 months? Obviously VERY low heels – but I’ve long given up wearing high heels anyway.
BUT, most importantly, the swelling is down enough for me to actually get my feet in the shoes. A couple of visits to the physio and meticulously doing my exercises have paid off!
Still need lots more exercises and physio appointments to get me back to where I was but well on the way.
And I AM VERY HAPPY!
I’m back home after attending the full two days of ‘Researching Abroad’ in Melbourne – ONE major complaint! I didn’t want it to end!
Friday was predominantly Chris PATON on Scottish, Irish, and English research.
Saturday was predominantly Dirk Weissleder on German and European research.
Which was best? I just feel sorry for the people who had / have to choose between one or the other – I was lucky as Melbourne was a two-day experience and I absolutely loved both and learnt so much from them.
In addition to Chris and Dirk I really enjoyed the MyHeritage presentations, Part 1 and Part 2 with Rosemary and Eric Kopittke – definitely worthwhile.
I caught up with a number of friends and former colleagues and was delighted to meet up with my fellow ‘Official Ambassadors’ – Anne Young (left) and Jennifer Jones (middle).
Apart from my own German ancestry (New South Wales) there were a lot of German immigrants to my ‘local’ region – Geelong and District. I’m definitely keen to follow up more with the German-Australian Genealogy and History Alliance and the International German Genealogy Partnership.
It was a great two days – you still have a chance to attend the Adelaide and Perth sessions so jump up and do it!
From famine to feast! I’m making the most of my newfound mobility minus the moon-boot and with wheels!
It all kicks off today with the first Family History talk I’m giving for some months – at the Wyndham Plaza Library in Werribee – TWO talks this afternoon – they’re free and you can still book. I’m really hoping I’ll catch up with some old friends there.
Mind you I WILL have trouble seeing people there because my hair is SO LONG as I haven’t been able to get to the hairdressers for SO LONG. I have to keep pushing the hair out of my eyes!
Things will improve by Wednesday as that is when I will get my hair cut – Yippee!
Then I am SO looking forward to listening and learning instead of talking on Friday and Saturday at the Unlock the Past Researching Abroad event at Bulleen in Melbourne. It is just so great to be out and about but even more-so to get to this event. Yes – I’m an ‘Official Ambassador’ and more than happy to promote the event because the two days are SO relevant to my own family history research:
- I have German ancestors
- I have French, Swiss and Italian ancestors
- I have Irish and English ancestors
- I’ll be catching up with Chris Paton who I haven’t seen for a number of years!
- I’m a great fan of My Heritage
- My brother and I have both done DNA tests
- AND I’m sure I’ll be catching up with a number of friends.
Hope to see you at Werribee or Bulleen or both!
It is just over three weeks before these three images connect for me – and if you have any German (or European) ancestors it might just be where things come together for you.
What I’m talking about is the Researching Abroad Roadshow in Melbourne on Friday 18th August and Saturday 19th August, or check out the web site for other locations.
It is not just my German ancestry that makes the ‘Researching Abroad Roadshow’ in Melbourne an essential date in my calendar:
- I have other European ancestors
- I have Irish and English ancestors
- My brother and I have both done DNA tests
The last time I wrote about this fast-approaching roadshow I was celebrating the fact that by now I would be free of my moon-boot. Unfortunately not quite there – 3 weeks added to the immobility – BUT I WILL be free of it by the time I head to Bulleen in Melbourne.
Something I’ll share with you – for many years I avoided researching my ‘foreign’ ancestors – put it in the too hard basket because of the ‘language’. It was much easier to concentrate on my English-speaking ancestors. The trigger to me plunging in off the deep end was reading various journals from the Burwood & District Family History Group that included many articles on German immigrants to Australia. I made amazing progress and I am looking forward to the next chapter at the Researching Abroad Roadshow. If you’ve been frightened to take that step into ‘foreign’ research, this is the opportunity you want to grab with both hands!
See you there.
ADDENDUM: Oh, and while you’re looking at the UTP web site about the Roadshow you’ll find references to ‘OFFICIAL AMBASSADORS’ as per the logo at the beginning of this blog. Yes, I’m an Official Ambassador and really appreciate the opportunity to promote the Researching Abroad Roadshow. There was always the possibility that I physically couldn’t get there due to my broken ankle and I’m so glad that I’m going to make it.