My two daughters [centre] Sue the shortest and Mandy the tallest still recall the happy but simple times we spent during the school holidays.
The photo conjures up memories of the damp salty armour of the sandy floor boards as we entered Flaherty’s beach kiosk from the roadside. Mandy has greater memories of the smell of ice cream.
The people of my vintage would remember the playground to the right of the kiosk (being sheltered from the ocean) brings back memories of the hot sand beneath the play equipment , sun reflecting from a shiny slide, swings, and a conical shaped iron framed carousel which certainly would not have passed today’s safety standards. Not forgetting the hordes of flies that kids and ice cream attracted.
Attached to the kiosk were small partitioned bathing boxes where we could change and keep our belongings secure. The boxes were available for hire at one pound for the summer season. The sandy rusty grease laden padlocks also come to mind.
The sea water still runs in Sue’s veins. She now lives in Adelaide and regularly takes her two young sons to the beach.
The love of the sea has actually been passed through four generations starting with my parents who owned a bathing box at Hampton, the cost being a minimal amount added to their State Savings Bank house mortgage-not hundreds of thousands of dollars like today.
We moved to Warrnambool when I was 4 years old and I have enjoyed many a swim for nearly 70 years.
I still have an affinity with the sea and often take a walk along the foreshore promenade and I haven’t completely dismissed the idea of donning my wetsuit and dusting of the body board.