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Mem­o­ries from a reader, with thanks

It was 41 years ago when we lived at Lon­don­derry and had a chook yard when one day a sick Pidgeon lobbed in the yard. Piet, my hus­band de­cided that we should look af­ter the sick bird. As it im­proved and got bet­ter it found a mate. Piet then made a nest for the Pid­geons above the chook pen so that they could come and go. We later found two eggs in the nest and de­cided that we did not want any more pid­geons. We re­moved the eggs and re­placed them with chook eggs.

We were due to travel to Can­berra to visit our daughter Tina and her fam­ily when we dis­cov­ered that one of the chook eggs had hatched so we re­moved the chicken from the nest and placed it into a lit­tle box which we took to Can­berra with us. We placed the lit­tle box into Piet’s coat to keep it warm.

We caught the bus from Lon­don­derry to Pen­rith, then a train from Pen­rith to Strath­field where we caught a con­nect­ing train to Can­berra. Whilst trav­el­ling to Can­berra, the box slipped out of Piet’s coat with the lit­tle chicken protest­ing say­ing “peep, peep, peep” quite loudly.

One of the other pas­sen­gers looked across and gave us a un­happy look.

Ar­riv­ing in Can­berra, the train con­duc­tor came and sat with us and said “I am most cu­ri­ous. What do you have there?” When he heard the story, he had a good laugh. As we alighted from the train, Tina, our daughter was wait­ing there at the sta­tion we walked to her place which was very close to the sta­tion.

When Adrian, Tina’s hus­band came home and saw the chicken he said “We have a dog” so we then got a big­ger box to put the chicken in, to­gether with wa­ter and food and put the box up high. Af­ter a week the chicken had grown and it was time for the “three” of us to go back home to Lon­don­derry.

On the train that same “un­happy” man was on board and when he saw us, he gave us a smile. We got back to Lon­don­derry, we had the chicken inside and our dog was out­side. The next day, my hus­band Piet had to work in Syd­ney and got back at 6pm. I had al­ways had din­ner ready for Piet by the time he got home. Whilst pre­par­ing the meal I thought I’ll put the poor chicken out­side and bring the dog inside.

Be­fore we sat down for din­ner, we thought that we would check on the poor chicken but couldn’t find it. We looked ev­ery­where, even un­der the house. It had dis­ap­peared. I sup­pose that per­haps a hawk had taken the chicken. I could have left the dog out­side as it was a friendly dog ex­cept when some­one came through the gate.


If you have some great mem­o­ries, or per­haps you be­long to a lo­cal com­mu­nity or­gan­i­sa­tion and would like to share your or­gan­i­sa­tion’s his­tory or story with us then feel free to share your mem­o­ries or ex­pe­ri­ences by writ­ing to PO Box 1278, Baulkham Hills, NSW 1755 or email to [email protected]­tus­ You can also share mem­o­ries on any of my Face­book mem­o­ries groups in­clud­ing Hills Dis­trict Mem­o­ries which you will find here https://www.face­ groups/Hills.mem­o­ries/

You can write about child­hood mem­o­ries of where you may have grown up. Tell us about your school days. Where you worked, played or went on hol­i­days; your first car; that first date or maybe the his­tory of your group or or­gan­i­sa­tion in the dis­trict. This page is about mem­o­ries so tell us yours. •

To fol­low up from Dawn Brum­mer’s most en­gag­ing story ‘Danc­ing with Dawn’ (Hill­sHawkes­bury Liv­ing, 29.4.16), the said ‘Coop­ti­mists’ went on to be­come ‘the Kelly Va­ri­ety En­ter­tain­ers’ af­ter Bess Wheat­ley’s mar­riage to lo­cal Sid Kelly.

As can­cer be­gan to touch the group & as­so­ci­ated fam­ily mem­bers, it be­came more & more im­por­tant for them to as­sist with re­search into the deadly dis­ease via do­na­tion & so be­gan the on­go­ing re­la­tion­ship with Skin & Can­cer Foun­da­tion Aus­tralia, with con­tri­bu­tions to date in ex­cess of $200,000.

Bess be­queathed the troupe to Joan Dug­gan, who ran it most suc­cess­fully till her death in 2008.

Num­bers have de­clined over the years, as they tend to do in ‘ma­tureaged groups’, & as we now to­tal only 6 most en­thu­si­as­tic vol­un­teers, we are al­ways open to new mem­ber­ship. (For en­ter­tain­ment book­ings: mob 0450252707) Robin Pol­lock- co­or­di­na­tor (& good friend of Dawn Brum­mer)

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