Get Back to Bondi, memoir of a childhood in Bondi

In 1950s Bondi, before the cappuccinos and celebrities, a red-haired chatterbox lived in a three-storey block of flats where cockroaches ruled and children were meant to do chores. Through young Deb’s eyes, we discover a working-class beach suburb full of colourful characters – from coke delivery men to spinster neighbours, from shark-hunting fishermen to chess-playing Russian migrants.

From falling out of her father’s car to bravely squeezing through milk boxes to rescue elderly neighbours, from playground politics to the terrifying Cuban Missile Crisis, these vivid vignettes capture a vanished era when children roamed free and Bondi was rough around the edges.

When a headmistress of her posh school cruelly tells Deb to “get back to Bondi where you belong,” the sting becomes inspiration. Mackenzie’s stories shimmer with salt spray, emotional power, and the bittersweet journey of finding where you truly belong – whether catching your first wave on a Dunlop Surfo or watching crabs around the rockpools.
This tender, funny, and ultimately triumphant memoir celebrates the enduring spirit of place and proves that you can take the kid out of Bondi, but you can never take Bondi out of the kid. This book is for anyone who has had a childhood, no matter where they grew up, and identifying the places that matter.

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Bondi Legend: Johnny Pick

A good old Bondi mate – the late Johnny Pick. I knew Johnny well in the ‘50’s and ’60’s. He was from the 1st Ramp and a good mate of Mick Benjamin, my next door neighbour at Narrawallee. Johnny was Olympic Standard swimmer back in the days when Aussie Swimmers ruled the world. He got a scholarship to a US college for swimming where he continued to surf. Always happy and always smiling. A Bondi Champion. Passed away a few years ago up at Byron where he lived. Johnny was an excellent surfer – board and body. Just a natural. He was a Champ and a top guy. Like many of us, we all met up in the ‘50’s as members of Bondi Amateur Swimming Club. Terry “T Shirt“ Falson (also from the swimming club) was a good mate of Johnny Pick. ~Terry Jenkings

Bondi Beach: Representations of an Iconic Australian

“Bondi is sacred to many Australians. It is a mecca for international tourists, but how well do we know its history? Professor Doug Booth has comprehensively provided an account of how this beach and its suburb has evolved. It is a remarkable story of struggles to regain beach access for all and to ensure it stays an iconic public asset forever.”

~Emeritus Professor Bruce Thom

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Goblin Sweets Shop

Shop 2, 158 Bondi Rd, Bondi, owned by Mrs Turner.

To the adults it was the “Goblin Sweets Shop”. To the children it was “The Lolly Shop”.
There were large glass jars with screw top lids on shelves across the back wall and smaller ones on the counter and they showed the many varieties of lollies which could be bought singularly and placed in small white paper bags. Many of the lollies were 2 or 3 a penny (then changed to decimal cents). These included:

  • Conversation lollies,
  • Jelly Beans,
  • Butter Balls (red or yellow),
  • Humbugs (pink and white stripes),
  • Bull’s Eyes (black and white stripes),
  • Green Frogs,
  • Freddo Frogs (brown or white) and later individually wrapped,
  • Fantails and Minties, paper wrapped, bought singularly and later in boxes,
  • Jaffas (remember the old stories of kids rolling them down the aisles at the picture show?). You could buy them separately or later in boxes.
  • Always a favourite were liquorice sticks and liquorice straps (about an inch wide and could be peeled into thin strips).
  • Musk sticks were also a favourite to suck, they lasted longer as did “All Day Suckers”, “Gob Suckers” and Aniseed Balls.
  • Marsh Mellows were great, pink or white, and remember the toasted coconut ones, mums always liked them!
  • (Probably many more I don’t remember!)

Then there were the chocolates! Mrs Turner had one of the largest ranges of chocolates. They came in “not too deep” cardboard trays covered with clear cellophane wrapping and sold mostly by weight (lbs, pounds, ozs, ounces – pre metric). They were displayed in the glass showcase under the counter. Lots of favourites and many are still available today in speciality shops.

  • Chocolate covered honeycomb (later boxed by Hoadley’s and later still sold as ‘bars’),
  • After Dinner Mints, loose, by weight, and later boxed by Darrel Lea. I remember Easter and Christmas times with speciality chocolates and sweets.

Mrs Turner was well known in the Bondi/Waverley area and loved children coming into the shop, but she was very strict and wouldn’t put up with any misbehaviour. Children that had been well behaved might receive extra sweets in their bags, a broken half lolly, a short end of musk stick or similar.

Lyn Smith, Waverley Historical Society, May 2019.

P.S. Lyn worked in the store in the early 1970s.

Schneider’s Gully

A hidden delight2

By Andrew Worssam

The Bondi area once featured several creeks and waterfalls, which would occasionally turn into raging torrents, sweeping away roads and property. Nowadays these waterways are tamed, unseen, and buried beneath the ground. Adolph Schneider, a noted German landscape gardener, fought a constant battle against these floodwaters. From 1876, he created a large garden between Martins Ave, Penkivil St and Old South Head Rd, variously named as ‘Schneider’s Glen’ or ‘Schneider’s Gully’. A waterfall ran right into the garden. It was later described by writer Major William “Plugshell” Johnston as “the loveliest natural gully in the district”*. His “scientific and bold treatment” transformed the gully into “a picture”. Schneider built the garden whilst the area was still largely unoccupied and undeveloped (there was a dairy to the East of the garden and then sand dunes to the beach).

The land where the garden would be created was originally purchased by Michael Woolley of T & M Woolley Ironmongers in 1839. The Dickson family (after whom Dickson Park and street is named and whose descendants still live in the area) subsequently purchased the land and sold it to Schneider in 1876. In 1882 a large parcel of the land around the reserve was subdivided and sold off. The advertising copy provided by Hardie and Gorman real estate agents is revealing. Schneider’s Gully became the Bondi Glen. It was envisaged that a tram line would pass right by the subdivision (down Martins Ave, then Glen St) to the beach. The “NEW RECREATION RESERVE” was touted as a major attraction, as were the “Splendid Views” from “BONDI HEIGHTS”.

Schneider's Gully

The 1882 Schneider’s Garden subdivision, featuring a sketch of the land from Bellevue Hill, with what is presumably Schneider’s Glen on the right and looking across to Ben Buckler on the left.

In 1885 Mr Alfred Lee purchased a newly built house called Glen Roona (since replaced by the apartment block at 2A Penkivil St) overlooking the Glen. It was a truly grand Bondi residence, featuring a reception room capable of holding 200 people and encompassing most of the Bondi Glen. Lee set about building two tennis courts on the flat land at the bottom of the glen and planting many of the exotic palms that exist there to this day. Alfred Lee was a businessman and book collector (his collection later went to the Mitchell Library). His wife Minnie was prominent in social and philanthropic circles and held many events at Glen Roona. Australia’s prime minister was entertained there in 1939.

Alfred Lee’s grand-daughter Mrs Norah St George Butter recorded her recollections of visiting the garden when she was a child:

“… Anyway I was delighted to get away from the house and into grandfather’s garden. Grandfather as well as collecting books, collected palm trees. His garden wandered from a top lawn down the sides of the hill under huge trees by a winding path and under the huge trees grew a profusion of palm trees. Tall palms reaching the sky down to tiny walking stick palms edged the path and formed romantic clumps of ghostly green. On the corners the path had a few stops and here and there a statue or an urn. About halfway down were several bush houses and even a glass house. The smell was delicious of rotting moulding things and there seemed to be hundreds of pots full of chrysanthemums, orchids and other odd things while over the sheds sprawled a wisteria vine. It was enchanting. At the bottom the garden opened out onto two tennis courts and with sweet peas growing up the vine and trees surrounding them but at a distance…”**

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The glen was eventually purchased by Waverley Council for £ 7,000 and renamed the Thomas Hogan Reserve in memory of the former Mayor of Waverley, who lived nearby and died in 1958. In 1924, Johnston had written that ‘Schneider’s Gully’ “retains much of its peaceful solitude, natural beauty and native timber”. Johnston’s words ring true nearly 100 years later, the Thomas Hogan Reserve still provides a quiet, natural respite from the chaos of Bondi.

If you look around the slopes on the Western side of the Thomas Hogan Reserve you can still find remnants of the old winding paths that led from the tennis courts to the Glen Roona house above.

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With thanks to John Ruffels and Peggy Dickson.

*Waverley Library Local History Collection, Major Johnston’s Scrapbook pages 20 & 21.
** Notes in the family album Alfred Lee m. Minnie Dodds, State Library Collection

Bodysurfers

Frank and Albert

Frank and Albert “Bung” Coulson (both with heads down, left of centre), James Burke (far right), Victor Coppleson and others. South Bondi, ca. 1910. Photographer: Mortimer C. “Crit” Stevenson.

Hello,

I am the grandson of Frank Coulson (Bondi born and bred), one of the bodysurfers in the picture above. You may have seen the image before, as it has appeared a couple of times on the net, but always as a small image that does not do it justice. I know I am biased due to the family connection but I really believe this is a great shot, considering that it was taken over a hundred years ago, and am hoping that you can find a spot for it on your images page. You have a great site and more Bondi people are likely to see it and possibly fill in some blanks.

The photographer “Crit” Stevenson, was Frank’s brother-in-law, and according to the “family story”, he waded out into the surf with a camera on a pole to keep it above the waves, took the shot and then went over to the nearby rocks and passed the camera to a woman waiting there. The only way I can see him doing this would be to lower the camera, set up the shot, take it and then raise it above the waves again. No Go-Pros on poles in those days!! The image appeared in one of the Sydney papers (possibly the S. M. H.), apparently with attention focusing on the quality of the image, rightly so. We know, as we can clearly see his face, that the man on the far right is James Burke, a great mate of Frank and Albert. The family also say that the two men just left of centre, with their heads down already on the wave, are Frank and Albert but we don’t now who is who. Frank, Albert (“Bung”) and other brother Edward (“Tibby”) were all Life Members of the Bondi Amateur Swimming Club.

Hoping that this might be the earliest photo of bodysurfers in Australia led me to searching the internet, where I soon came across the site surfresearch.com.au which quickly dashed my hopes with an image of bodysurfing from 1905. You most likely know of the site as it has a great deal of data on surf and Bondi. Geoff, who runs the site is also very helpful and a good researcher. This image is also on his site with the information that Dr Victor Coppleson (later Sir Victor) is also one of the swimmers and that the photo was taken in 1912. Victor Coppleson was a very significant figure in the history of Bondi Lifesaving and in Medicine. A large framed print of the image that hangs on my wall has been handed down to me from my grandparents with some data on the back that includes the date of 1908 so there is a little bit of doubt over the date. After Geoff rightly pointed out that family memories are not always reliable, I have been searching archives on the net such as Fairfax, etc., but have had no luck and we have lost contact with Crit Stevenson’s branch of the family a long time ago. I would really love to see the newspaper article featuring this shot.

Like Frank, I also was born in Bondi but moved away at a very young age and am now up here at Brunswick Heads, closer to 70 than to 60. I got my first taste of the ocean down at the Bogey Hole and am still surfing.

Again, excellent site. Great stories, enjoyed the interview with Robert Conneeley.

Regards,

Denis Riek