Saturday, 22 September 2012

When I was 3

When I was about 3 years of age I lived in a Police house with my parents in New Norfolk, Tasmania for approximately 4 years before my dad was transferred to another town.
I remember many things that happened in New Norfolk when I lived there.

My dad used to polish the long wooden polished boards in the hall by having me on a soft rug and pulling me slowly down the hall, it was a big giggle.

My first dog was given to me at New Norfolk, I was terrified of dogs as a child so the dog was to help me overcome that hate of dogs, which it did.

I remember going down the street, my shoes getting dirty, and crying about it, they had to be wiped and then polished with my dads or mums hanky.

New Norfolk was where I first went to school  at the age of 3, came home at lunch time stood on a stool and turned the stove on for a meal to be cooked, both my parents came home for lunch.  After school I would go to the home of the nuns till one of my parents came to get me, sometimes I would be picked up by a young women who looked after me whilst my parents worked.

I recall one night when my dad was on night duty hearing footsteps at the front door, my mother and I hid behind the lounge, then my mother remembered that my bedroom window was open plus the back door - so she headed off to lock both as the person knocked loudly on the front door, then I could hear him walking down the side of the house in the dark of the night to the back door, both my mother and I scared as we were told to never open doors to strangers....it turned out this 'man' came looking for my father to do him some harm - this type of thing often happened, then I was a target for many years to come, one of the joys (I think not) back then of being a Policeman's daughter!  It was a great life.


The house I lived in once.

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  1. A great story and I had never thought of the dangers of being a policeman's daughter. A cute little house and a great photo. HDR?

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  2. Oh M such memories that must have been very scary.I had no idea your Dad was a policeman and you lived in the house interesting. I do know your Dad is a very important man with a lovely daughter that I am so happy I found on the internet many many years ago.
    Great memories M. Hug G

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    1. It was a bit scary way back then because that was the first time.
      Thanks for your nice words :) yes, it's been a long time now..love M xoxox

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  3. Oh I love that little house and I forgot to mention I am sorry you never got to get your shoes dirty:) xxoo G

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    1. I have made up for it since then - getting my shoes dirty..oxoxox

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  4. I don't think we think about the pitfalls of being the daughter of a police officer but of course there must be plenty and honstly it is a shame that some people do not respect the law the way they should do.........love the look of the house I could easy post photos of the houses I lived in since if I was bothered to drive around and take photos of the houses........lol

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    1. There were plenty Jo-Anne all a learning curve in my life.
      I visited the street a few years ago and didn't expect to find the house, took a photo of it and I believe I don't have photos of many of the Police houses we lived in when I was younger.

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  5. You learn to protect youself when yo were young ! That is a bonus being a policeman's daughter, not many young girls learn to protect themselves ! I think positively, you were a lucky girl !

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    1. Yes, I was a lucky person to be a Policeman's daughter :)

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  6. hello. your post made me remember so many things. my sister and i used to pull each other around the kitchen floor on an old blanket. mum was super tidy and she loved it. we thought we were just playing. my late husband was a police officer and we also had a few scary moments. nothing like yours though. that must have been so scary. unlike you i wasn't afraid of dogs, we always had cats. i love the pic of your house. it's beautiful.

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    1. Ah! they sound like good memories :) Oh really regarding your husband :) Seeing my dad is 88 now it was a long time ago when he was one...and different times back then.
      I was lucky to find that house to take a photo of it, was surprised actually.

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