I was born at St Leonards on 21st August 1912. I was born in my Uncle Fred Martinsen's
house which was on the same block of land as my father's where the St Leonards yacht club
is now built. My father's father came from Norway. He was a sailor. His name was Oliver
Martin Martinsen. He and another sailor jumped ship just inside of the Heads. The other
sailor drowned. Oliver Martinsen was found very ill on the beach by my grandmother Alice
Pywell. She nursed him back to health and married him. They had six children : my father,
Uncle Fred and Auntie Lizzie being the main three in my life.
I started school at St Leonards State School on my four year old birthday, 21st August
1916. The reason being, my brother Jim, 2 years and six weeks older than me used to take
fits, and if he took a fit on the way to school, I would run home to Mum. I have vivid
memories of that first day standing beside the teacher's desk looking through a Chatterbox
annual.
Mrs. Kelly was the teacher - a lovely lady and a very good teacher. The school was a
one room building with a small porch in which was a wall where we hung our coats, hats
& bags. A wash basin was in one corner. A door led into the school room - it was board
on the bottom and glass on top. Inside, blackboards with fire place in centre took up one
wall with a floor to ceiling cupboard at the end. In front of fireplace was a small raised
platform on which stood the teacher's desk. Down each side were big windows, across bottom
end windows were high the wall.
All the children's desks were across the room facing the teacher. Classes were 1 to 6
grade. I spent many happy years at that school, leaving at the age of 15. As we lived 1½
miles from the school on the beach towards Queenscliff, on the beach side of the Bluff, we
had no children to play with. They all lived the other side of the school towards
Portarlington. So my brother Jim and sister Iris (?) who is 2 years & 4 months younger
than me, only had each other to play with. As I was growing up we had plenty to do
stripping wattle bark so the men folk could tan their nets, gathering fire wood, carrying
kerosene tins of water for drinking from houses on top of the Bluff, helping to haul in
the score (?) nets with our father, mother & Jim. We loved it and never thought it was
too hard.
Behind our house was a gully then thick tea tree up to the Bluff. There was a track cut
through the trees to drive the horse & cart up to the school etc. You could drive
round the Bluff by the beach only on low tide.
On the right side of our house was big paddocks owned by P.M. Brown, all sand &
ferns, then the swamp where my father went duck shooting, and Swan Bay and Queenscliff.
P.M. Brown sold his house on top of the Bluff to Tom Henry who lived there for some years
with his mother and his two daughters (?) and Harriette. They went to school with me when
I was about 10 or 11.
On the left side there was a house where Mrs Baize (?) lived with her daughter Minnie
and a boarder Bill Allen. They had a cow and used to give us milk, also two big fig trees
always loaded with lovely figs. Many a feed I had. Bill Allen sometimes helped my father
& Uncle fishing. Bill Allen and Minnie Baize married and they all moved to Melbourne
to live. They had a daughter Isabel. I kept in touch with them until Mrs Baize died. Then
their house was pulled down but the two fig trees and a big pepper tree stayed.
Just up from there in the trees Jim Gilbert had his tent. He also worked with my father
fishing. We children loved to visit Jim Gilbert's camp fire and often roasted onions and
potatoes in his fire. Every Saturday my mother let me bake a cake for Jim Gilbert. He was
a very kind gentleman.
There was all tea tree brush up to the Bluff, then gums all the way up to the common.
There was a wooden bridge over a gully which ran from the lake in centre of common to the
creek which ran into the sea. During high tides the sea would flow into the creek, on the
banks of the creek box thorn grew. We loved to get the fruit off them when they were ripe.
Also there was a fresh water spring where our families would take up their washing to do
when tank water was low. As children we loved it when this happened as a fire was lit and
washing boiled in kerosene tins, rinsed then taken home to dry. We made it a picnic day.
From the Bluff up to the common was fenced in - the land was owned by the Trewin (?)
brothers Len & Monty. Len's wife was Ruby. They had four children - Clive, Thelma,
Lorna and Arnold. Monty's wife was Eva. I cannot remember their children's names as I did
not have much to do with them. Also in Trewin family was Mabel who married Arthur Wright.
They had three boys - Gordon, George & Val (?). I had a lot to do with these boys,
also Thelma Trewin, and Ethel Trewin who married Arthur Cork, and Pearl Trewin who married
Roy Langdon and had a daughter Phyllis. The Trewins grew wheat in these paddocks.
On top of the Bluff above our house was Henry's, then a road led to Drysdale. On the
corner were Green's then further along Dory Miledges Millers (?) (later Mrs McKenzie and
her niece and family - cannot remember their name), Jamesons & Mrs Gilbert. Later
Arthur & Mabel Wright lived there. They had mulberry trees - many a feed I had. I even
fell out of the tree.
The school was surrounded on two sides by paddocks of wattle trees on the right side
towards Drysdale, on the left a block of land with a big house verandah all round well
back. Then the shop run by Mrs Sam Holden and her sister Mrs Trent. They sold lollies,
soft drinks, fruit and groceries. Many a glass of milk I had there. Lollies were so cheap
- 20 aniseed balls for a penny.
On the opposite side of the road Harry Pigdon lived. I knew Adele, she was grown up,
but Queenie went to school with me. Many a party we had at their house. I remember as a
child about 7 or 8 winning one shilling for dancing the Polka. Down behind Harry Pigdon
was the Church of England church where I was christened, confirmed and married, and my
eldest son christened. My brother and sister were also christened there.
Down on the beach lived a lovely couple - she was a white woman married to a Chinese,
but was well liked by everyone. As a child I often visited them. Then on the banks of the
creek was a clump of trees where the campers used to camp during Xmas and holidays. That
was before that land was surveyed and sold as blocks. Uncle Fred bought a number, my
father a couple. Uncle Fred finally moved his house up there to what was named The
Esplanade. He also gave the block of land the St Leonards Hall is built on. I think my
wedding reception was the first held in the Hall, that was 25th September 1930.
From Mrs Holden's shop there was vacant land until the hotel on the corner. In the
hotel yard was a hall where they held the dances. My father played the violin, Jim Gilbert
the accordion, and Jack Pigdon the concertina. My mother looked after the supper in the
hotel kitchen and made the coffee. What lovely times we had, even the children were
allowed to do some dances and the supper was out of this world. Everyone brought something
and they were good cooks. On the opposite corner was an old broken stone house owned by
Bill Holden.
Beside the hotel a road ran up between the hotel and Mrs Bell who had a dairy. She has
three boys, Les, Jack and Keith. Keith married Dolly Rigby. Up this road lived Harry Wood
who was married to (?) Wright (Amelia). They divorced and she married Don Rigby. Opposite
Mrs Bell was the Post Office on the Bluff above the Beach and the Pier. The Post was run
by Len Corrigo (?) and his wife Ruby (Johnstone), who adopted her sisters baby when she
died. Then they had two daughters of their own. Ern and Harold were brothers of Len, also
two sisters Ethel and Eileen. Eileen went to school with us. She won first prize in fancy
dress as Britannia, my brother Jim also won first prize dressed as a soldier.
Next to Mrs Bells were Buchanan, on opposite side was Jim Pigdon and his wife. He had
the coach run (horses), he also carted the fish from St Leonards to Portarlington to go by
the Edina or Courier to Melbourne.
........... George Rigbys there was a large family George, Dan, Burnie, Don, Jim,
Clara, Kath, Dolly & Stella. Stella died very young. (I remember making a wreath out
of yellow jonquils for the school and taking it up to Mrs Rigby.) Then there were Frank
Gilbert. I only remember May, Edie & George. On the opposite side, beach side, the
Locks lived. They later moved. On the Bluff there were Mr and Mrs George Holden, then
further Ned Rigby. They had all girls - Chrissie, Kitty, Mary and Margaret. Further on
were Cox. I cannot remember their names. They drove a horse and sulky to school. Then Joe
and George Hood. George Hood had a son who married Peggy Paisley. Then Indented Head and
White Womans Rock.
On the road from the school heading to Drysdale were Dunny Hood and his wife both were
deaf and dumb. I learnt sign language so could talk to them - often had to for others.
They had two daughters, Sylvia who was much older than me worked at Queenscliff and rarely
came home, Jean went to school with me and was my friend. We often walked home from
Portarlington, also Edie Gilbert. I still keep in touch with Jean and Peggy Paisley
(Hood).
At 19 I left St Leonards to go to New South Wales as there was no work for my husband
Alex Mott, then came back in 1941 while Alex was overseas in the army. St Leonards had
changed. Opposite school were houses, hotel was rebuilt, the Reliance was not calling in
of a Sunday dropping the picnic people and taking the others out into the bay, dropping
anchor and letting the fishermen catch some fish.
The creek has gone, so is the lagoon, all houses now, even Uncle Fred's house, has
gone, but I still have my happy memories of my life in St Leonards. We were poor. Fishing
was very poor in those days - lucky to get 1 shilling for a box of fish (45 lbs). But we
were happy, made our own entertainment, and every one helped others.
I remember one night at a dance, one of the campers tents caught fire. Everyone raced
to help put out the fire before the other tents caught. A collection was taken up for the
people. My father had two suits, one old and one new - guess which one he gave - the new
one. Although my father was crippled from war and shot through the knee, he was always
ready to help others. I never heard him say a cross word or anything about anyone. Uncle
Fred was in World War I, got mustard gassed, never married until he was 63. He married a
widow also 63.
Fred and Len Martinsen built their own boats, also Jim's - us kids helped. Last boat
built was for Fred. It was specially for netting, had platform deck on stern to put net on
for easy laying out. It had no mast and an engine. It was named Ivy May, spent last years
in the creek. Fred Martinsen also made most of sails for Queenscliff fishermen on a
treadle Singer machine.
I could tell of a lot more amusing happenings but this has taken too long as it is.
Source : Transcribed from handwritten document
in the files of the Bellarine Historical Society
