My childhood years spent at 9 Potts Street were something I would care to forget as much as possible, for I found little happiness, although I had four brothers and a sister for company. The fact that our parents had never married and were extremely poor no doubt contributed to my mother's departure with another man when I was about eight. I spent the next few years alternating between her homes and Potts Street depending on circumstances. Potts Street is situated one street behind the "Gabba" cricket ground in East Brisbane, a near city suburb. It contained, I suppose, normal, ordinary people. With the exception of number 9 it was an Ordinary Street. However, it is not my intention to place emphasis on my early childhood but, rather on my early working years. There is no doubt however that leaving the "home" was preferable to remaining. The subsequent pieces concerning Potts Street are for background information. The Ins and Outs of a Brussell Sprout The Thirty Bob Horse |
