Shutter bug. HWW
Have you ever wondered what your earliest memory is? For many years, the furtherest (is that a word?) back I could recollect was my first day at school but then I realised, it is probably to do with this house which is the subject of my Happy Window Wednesday shot.
When I was a very young child, before starting school, this house at Shorncliffe in Brisbane was my Mum’s doctor’s office (we would call it a surgery in Australia which is confusing for some I know) and he probably lived above. She must have caught the train down there and then trudged up the hill despite having heart disease. I can remember a day there with my sister who is two years younger and me, left in the waiting room while Mum went in to see the doctor. To our young minds at the time, she must have been gone for ages as I remember ending up outside with my sister, yelling out for Mum in some fear she had abandoned us and then being rescued and comforted by the nurse or receptionist.
I guess all ended well as I can’t remember anything else after that...perhaps it was just a nightmare.
The house is still there, in remarkably good condition and I think in the same colours which have never changed in the intervening years. I remember this day every time I pass which is reasonably frequently.
Shutters are not common in Queensland nor Australia, we tend to use awnings or other protective measures. You do see them and there has been some resurgence as part of modern architectural styles in some areas, but generally these types are decorative and not functional at all. And window boxes to boot, highly unusual!
Shorncliffe, Brisbane, Queensland. HWW.
Shutter bug. HWW
Have you ever wondered what your earliest memory is? For many years, the furtherest (is that a word?) back I could recollect was my first day at school but then I realised, it is probably to do with this house which is the subject of my Happy Window Wednesday shot.
When I was a very young child, before starting school, this house at Shorncliffe in Brisbane was my Mum’s doctor’s office (we would call it a surgery in Australia which is confusing for some I know) and he probably lived above. She must have caught the train down there and then trudged up the hill despite having heart disease. I can remember a day there with my sister who is two years younger and me, left in the waiting room while Mum went in to see the doctor. To our young minds at the time, she must have been gone for ages as I remember ending up outside with my sister, yelling out for Mum in some fear she had abandoned us and then being rescued and comforted by the nurse or receptionist.
I guess all ended well as I can’t remember anything else after that...perhaps it was just a nightmare.
The house is still there, in remarkably good condition and I think in the same colours which have never changed in the intervening years. I remember this day every time I pass which is reasonably frequently.
Shutters are not common in Queensland nor Australia, we tend to use awnings or other protective measures. You do see them and there has been some resurgence as part of modern architectural styles in some areas, but generally these types are decorative and not functional at all. And window boxes to boot, highly unusual!
Shorncliffe, Brisbane, Queensland. HWW.