|FRED & VIOLET YOUNG
The newly married Mr and Mrs Fred Young left for their honeymoon in Sydney. No one really knows whether they returned to Ipswich but it seems that either Fred or Violet had skin cancer on their face and they'd been advised to try living in a milder climate.
After settling in NSW they lived in Sydney, Woollahra and Bondi Junction, then began building a small cottage at Mt Kuring-gai on the northern outskirts of Sydney.
Violet suffered a miscarriage with her first pregnancy and an operation followed during which an ovary was removed. She was told at the time that she would never have any children. Little did that Doctor know, as their first daughter was followed by a son, and another three daughters!
Fred was very interested in education for the poor, and spent much time working towards this goal with his friend David Stewart. It seems that when teachers were scarce during the First World War, my grandfather taught at various schools in Sydney (possibly Private schools). No degree was required in those days!
During his short lifetime Fred worked as a monumental mason around Sydney. Some of his work is said to be in the old Gore Hill Cemetery at North Sydney and he was responsible for stonework on the gates at Royal North Shore Hospital, and possibly a low stone wall. Fred spent ten months in Warwick, Qld. working on the beautiful carved and polished blue granite altar rail for St Mary of the Assumption Church. (see photos below)
(Sadly this lovely rail has been dismantled but is possibly still stored - perhaps under the church).
When Fred was commissioned to work on the altar rail for the Church in Warwick, he travelled to Qld. first, Violet and the children following later. It was an awful, long train trip with four young children. They stayed en route with Grandparents Emma and Theo at Newtown, Ipswich.
When the work on the Church was completed Fred went back to Sydney, but Violet and the children spent quite some time at Newtown (Queensland) - approx. September 1921 - March 1923.
Their eldest daughter attended Ipswich school at the foot of Limestone Hill and went to Sunday School at the little church. The next eldest sister was adamant she would not go to school there, my mother Violet of course could not recall being in Warwick or Ipswich at all as she was only 18 months old.
Back in Sydney Fred was working on the small spires of St Mary's Cathedral in the city. (see before and after representations below)
Although the large spires were to have been added, the money was used for other purposes and finally completed in time for the 2000 Olympic Games which were held in Sydney. A sight Fred did not live to see....
The Young family lived happily at Mt Kuring-gai right on the edge of The Chase - though Fred was a father of the old school and believed that children should be seen and not heard, should eat separately from the parents, should chew their food 40 times and so on.....
Fred's occupational hazard eventually caught up with him and for the latter part of his life he was bedridden in the big room of the cottage which later became the lounge room. This room at that stage was not lined and had no ceiling.
During this time Fred applied his carving talents by making beautiful place mats from heavy brown linoleum. He would sketch the pattern, usually of Australian gum nuts, flowers and delicate slender gum leaves, and then carve the finished design. These mats were sold and none have survived amongst family treasures.
He also did many wooden carvings, and one in particular - a lovely oblong cedar plaque featuring a bunch of grapes - remains in the family.
The day came when his children watched sadly from where they sat on rocks by the house as he was taken to the Mater Misercordiae Hospital in an ambulance. Violet told her children that their father's disease was incurable, and that only the Catholic Hospital would take him.
When he died, the hospital bells were tolled. (see funeral notice below).
Fred Young died from stone dust on the lungs on 1 August 1929, aged only 53, and his was one of the early cremations to be performed at Rookwood Cemetery. His ashes were scattered and he has no plaque.
Another YOUNG to die young.....
Violet Carries On...
Violet was devastated at the loss of her husband at such a young age. She was 43 when he died, with five children under fourteen to care for. She received a widow's pension - 17/6d a week for herself, 7/6d for each child under 14. No fringe benefits! She did a couple of mornings cleaning, 5/- a half day, always living in fear that someone would dob her in as they did to a friend at Mt Colah who had 3 lumps of boys under 14, and she had to repay it!
One day her brother Herb's wife Cass turned up on the doorstep. In her arms was a tiny baby with huge dark eyes - a lifesaver for Grandma who was still grieving for her husband.
Herb was the black sheep of the family - a loveable rogue - and had sent Cass and their young baby to his sister for help. For about a year (while Herb was a guest of the Government of the day..!) Grandma looked after Herb and Cass's baby, while Cass returned to her work as a tailoress.
Herb and Cass's daughter and Violet's youngest child (who was then about five) were like sisters and maintained their special relationship through the years.
In about 1931/32 Violet's parents Theo and Emma came to Sydney to live with her. They built an extension on to the house in Chase Street - just off the kitchen. They stayed for about one year but Emma wanted to get back to Ipswich to the rest of her family. They left around the time of their Golden Wedding Anniversary, and from then on the two youngest sisters shared the room that had been added.
At some stage after living with butter-coolers and meat safes the household had progressed to an ice chest, and Violet's Uncle Les Marchant from Leeton had paid to have the telephone connected, everyone putting in sixpence for their calls. Yes, sixpence!
Life in the house at the edge of Kuring-gai Chase went on. The house itself was cosy - with wooden floored verandahs on two sides, soft blue hydrangeas and lush ferns thriving in the garden near the front steps. There was a wisteria vine that presented a glorious mauve waterfall of flowers every spring.
Grandma in front of wisteria at "Thoreau"
Behind the house were a number of fruit trees and up the back was the outside toilet. A sandy path bordered with watsonias led down the side to the front gate built by Rob and Don - a gate that everyone swung on! Malcomsens, the people next door, had two fierce looking bulldogs.
Where the back garden ended, the magical Chase began. Sandy tracks led to where a wild woody pear tree grew at the top of rough steps near the fascinating sandstone caves. Rock wallabies, kangaroos, lizards and goannas abounded together with snakes and strange little plants known as mountain devils. There were kookaburras, magpies, willy wag-tails, and the exotic lyre birds with their nest. No matter how long between visits the track to Apple Tree Bay and Bobbin Head still beckons the wanderer with tantalising glimpses of sparkling water between the gum trees.
The Chase was a place of magic, beauty and - danger. Many times the local men and women would face the fury of a bushfire and have to beat the flames with wet bags and green branches. They would drape the houses with wet hessian and sit at night and watch the fires in the hills around.
Back in England Fred's brother James kept in touch with Violet, sending parcels from the mother country. When he died in 1936 he left two hundred and fifty English pounds to his brother's widow. James' widow Sarah died in 1937 leaving the same sum again to Violet and with this five hundred pounds she had the house 'done up' and purchased her beloved piano.
Violet's eldest daughter was married in 1940 and moved away from home.
The Second World War came along - times were very difficult, but Grandma always had an open door for the boys - her home was their home. She was warm and generous and the young soldiers went back to their barracks with their spirits revived.
Then her only son Rob went off to fight.
Before he left, Rob planted a Rosemary bush - so they would all remember him while he was away....
Rob - home on leave
Back garden Thoreau
Edge of Kuring-gai Chase
NOTE: Old homemade chair....!
Robert Frederick Young
26 2/5th Field Regt.
Killed in Action
Port Moresby (Bomana)
War Cemetery, Papua new Guinea
In the perpetual care of
the Commonwealth War Graves Commission
Violet's first grandchild - a boy - was born in October 1942 just in time to cushion the blow for her when Rob was killed in November. This tragedy happened while he was travelling with the Army from Milne Bay to Buna, New Guinea.
Although Grandma had five children, Rob was the only son - the last of the Young line. Rosemary plant or not - he would always be remembered, and by many family members, as one by one a number of us have taken cuttings from that original plant.
My parents were married in 1942 and John went off overseas leaving his new wife with her mother. Her elder sister was married in 1943 and she too stayed at THOREAU - the house on the edge of Kuring-gai Chase. Many years ago Fred had named his house after the writer Henry David Thoreau and had carved a wooden sign bearing the name.
So Grandma's house was full of daughters and children. I was born in April 1944, then a son to Violet's 2nd daughter and her husband a year later. Not long after a second son was born to her eldest daughter and her husband. (In the following years another 2 sons were born to my parents, plus a daughter and a son to Violet's youngest daughter and her husband).
Grandma with grandchildren
The war over, Grandma finally gained some peace and quiet, though there were always people coming and going. Her eldest daughter and family lived many miles away in Cootamundra which meant they didn't visit very often, but my parents and family were close by at Mt Colah, with Violet's 2nd daughter and husband and their young son living in Mt Kuring-gai, as did her youngest daughter and her husband (who she'd married in 1948).
Violet with brother Herb Geertz
- 1948 -
Grandma with grandchildren
Front steps of "Thoreau"
So Grandma didn't have time to be lonely. She had a multitude of friends from her years as a diligent worker for Parent and Citizen Associations of Berowra and Asquith Schools, Asquith Red Cross, and the 2GB Happiness Club. Amongst many other pursuits she had belonged to a Lodge, played the piano on the stage at Harwood Hall for Church and Sunday school and in later years was an active member of the Mt Kuring-gai Progress Association.
Many years later Chase Street, Mt Kuring-gai, the home of THOREAU was renamed Young Street in recognition of Violet Young's contribution to the surroundings and people with whom she had shared her life.
In about 1950 (she was 65) Grandma sold the house in Chase Street and went to live with her married daughter at Mt Kuring-gai. Her daughter's husband was a builder and had added an extension to their home in High Street.
Grandma in front of the Richards' home
High St., Mt Kuring-gai
She had a lovely room looking out on the garden - her piano was there and it was very special listening to her play. Throughout the years, right to the end, Grandma did the most beautiful crochet work - we all have some pieces - a lovely reminder of her. (see samples below)
When Grandma was 70 she suffered with breast cancer, went through the agony of having a breast removed, and all the associated ray treatment. Thankfully, to the end of her days, the cancer never returned.
She was still living at Mt Kuring-gai when her 75th birthday came around. A neighbour of Violet's youngest daughter made and decorated a lovely cake for this very special occasion.
Barbara Kirchner with Grandma's Birthday Cake
At that time I was living with my aunt and her family in Hornsby, and remember having Grandma there for the celebration. We would often go for picnics and outings, a popular spot being picturesque Clareville Beach, and Grandma would come with us for the day.
Not long after her 75th birthday a stroke turned my precious Grandma from a gentle, loving lady into someone we still loved, but who we were never sure recognised us. She would often shake her head in answer to a question when we knew she should be nodding! I recall visiting her with Dennis before we were married in 1966. I asked her if she thought I should marry him - and she very seriously shook her head from side to side.... I know in my heart that she really meant to say yes.....
She spent her last years at NERINGAH, a very nice private nursing home in Wahroonga on Sydney's North Shore, and died peacefully on 27 September 1967 aged 82.
The Rev. Alan Scott (son of Fred's old friend Dave Scott from England) officiated at the burial service as he had done for Fred in 1929.
Grandma followed Fred's decision to be cremated, and her ashes were buried in the rose garden at Northern Suburbs Memorial Gardens, North Sydney. She also has no plaque.
Memorial Rose Garden
A grandfather I never knew and a generous, loving grandmother I knew well and will always remember.Top