…but enough about me.
I’ve created this special page to house your stories. I’ll start you off with a few that have come through as comments elsewhere in the blog. Simply use the comments form below to post up your own stuff! I can’t wait to read ’em!
This is a great project and you’ve chosen a fantastic suburb. We lived at 18 Jarvie Ave for 2 years before my husband got transferred to Melbourne and I’m consumed with longing to go back – best street I’ve ever lived in and its true about the Christmas parties (but we never went).
I’ve got a Petersham story for you and also a suggested activity. My Petersham story first: I am a lawyer and a trifle impatient. I called a taxi to go into work early one morning and it was taking ages and ages to arrive. Finally a taxi pulls into the street and without even noticing the branding, I stopped it in the middle of the street and jumped in, roundly abusing the hapless driver for making me late etc etc etc. We drove for about 10 minutes before he turns to me and says: You know, I am not your taxi. I am your neighbour two doors down. I was just finishing my shift and going home to get breakfast. Didn’t I feel like a shit! He then became my regular driver. He was lovely. My suggestion: go to a branch meeting of every political party that has a Petersham branch. The Petersham ALP branch that meets at the Town Hall is really nice. Best of luck. Natalie
Posted Apr 19, 9:56 AM
My friend Tully told me about this site – it’s cool!
In fact, I use to live in the house Tully and Heather now live in. I had the room with the balcony, huge, and I could see to the horizon. I found it in February 2005, waiting for my housemates to come back from adventures in South-East Asia (Heather was one of the people, but it was Alanta, her travel buddy, who was the original housemate). 5 of us moved in, and started having lots of parties and intense discussions about law, politics and art, around chocolate on the kitchen table. (This happens when you put law students in the same house as Arts graduates, politicians and theatre directors.) We called ourselves the Petersham Tarts.
Anyway, when I went to England for a month last July, Tully stayed in my room – and never left. He liked the ’sham so much, he moved into the Lilting Houses next door, but was with us most nights. As one by one the original housemates (who were also all born in the ’80s) moved out, the house you have now was formed.
I was at the party a couple of weeks ago, by the way, and it was raucous. I was Daphne, and my boyfriend was Wesley.
I think I’m about to move back into the ’sham, however Tully informs me it is technically Stanmore, as I am on the wrong side of the street.
Yay! this is fun,
p.s. you have a ’spello’ in the story about Lucy – you wrote “an radical French bookshop”. Ta.
Posted Apr 29, 9:30 PM