On the 27th February 1967, aged 14 years old, I left my village in England with my parents and seven siblings. We travelled by train and taxi to London airport, then flew across the world in a plane I remember having four propellors. We stopped at Kuwait, Colombo, Singapore, Darwin and finally Essendon, arriving mid-afternoon on Wednesday 1st of March.
My parents thought seriously about moving the family to Australia during the mid-1950’s. The family was growing bigger each year - Mum had eight children between May 1951 and December 1960. Things in England weren’t looking too good for the future, but Australia was. In 1965 neighbours from our village moved to Melbourne. They kept writing to my parents, encouraging them to come over. So, in early 1966 my parents started enquiring about moving to Australia.
My parents thought seriously about moving the family to Australia during the mid-1950’s. The family was growing bigger each year - Mum had eight children between May 1951 and December 1960. Things in England weren’t looking too good for the future, but Australia was. In 1965 neighbours from our village moved to Melbourne. They kept writing to my parents, encouraging them to come over. So, in early 1966 my parents started enquiring about moving to Australia.
My whole family was excited about moving, but not so my Grandparents and other relations. They thought they would never see any of us ever again.
When we arrived at Essendon airport, we went through Immigration. An officer looked at us all, asking Mum to put us all in order of age, which she did. Looking at our family passport, He said, “Yeah, you all look about the same as this lot on here”. Then onto customs. Between the 10 of us we had 12 suitcases full of clothing, bedding, you name it, we had it in those suitcases. After looking through two cases an officer asked dad if all the suitcases held the same sort of stuff. Dad said “Yes”. The officer said, “on your way”.
My whole family, and luggage, were squeezed into a VW kombi van and driven to a place 11 miles from Bacchus Marsh called the “Lady Northcote Farm School”.
When we arrived, we were all taken into a big hall to eat. At about 7pm my parents and eldest brother were driven away in the Kombi van. My three youngest brothers were taken by a woman out of the hall, my two sisters were taken out of the hall by another lady, another brother and I were taken to a third cottage on the property.
This farm was for migrants who came from overseas. The parents and working age kids would live in the migrant hostel in Melbourne, get work and save money to get a home. The younger kids all went to the “Lady Northcote Farm School”.
Although it was classed as a school, 'The Lady Northcote Farm School' was more like a Detention centre. Along with a few Pommie kids, there were Wards of the State, Orphans, and naughty kids.
The older kids travelled by bus to Bacchus Marsh High School. The juniors walked to a Primary school just down the road to “Northcote”.
I learnt a lot at “Northcote”. It was a very different lifestyle to England...
(… to be continued)…
Phil Hughes
May 2023
My whole family, and luggage, were squeezed into a VW kombi van and driven to a place 11 miles from Bacchus Marsh called the “Lady Northcote Farm School”.
When we arrived, we were all taken into a big hall to eat. At about 7pm my parents and eldest brother were driven away in the Kombi van. My three youngest brothers were taken by a woman out of the hall, my two sisters were taken out of the hall by another lady, another brother and I were taken to a third cottage on the property.
This farm was for migrants who came from overseas. The parents and working age kids would live in the migrant hostel in Melbourne, get work and save money to get a home. The younger kids all went to the “Lady Northcote Farm School”.
Although it was classed as a school, 'The Lady Northcote Farm School' was more like a Detention centre. Along with a few Pommie kids, there were Wards of the State, Orphans, and naughty kids.
The older kids travelled by bus to Bacchus Marsh High School. The juniors walked to a Primary school just down the road to “Northcote”.
I learnt a lot at “Northcote”. It was a very different lifestyle to England...
(… to be continued)…
Phil Hughes
May 2023