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Since I moved back to Sydney I've got interested in our links with the area, which are close.
I was asking my parents about Uncle Jim's house, which is nearby but I couldn't remember the exact street. I used to go there as a child. It turns out my great grandmother lived there and my great grandfather died there. My parents lived there for a while.
Here it is: 1 George street Sydenham, very close to Sydney airport.
It's a pity the house isn't still in the family. I was OS when Jimmy died and there was a terrible bunfight over the house because Jimmy was a communist and didn't leave a will. He was "a confirmed bachelor" as they used to politely say, so no children.
Jimmy loved jazz and had a New Orleans jazz funeral. Dad said he used to take him along to the free jazz concerts at the Sydney Townhall. I liked Uncle Jim, he slept with a picture of Stalin next to his bed like a holy picture, never lost that faith although it caused lots of rifts in the family. At least he could think for himself, I respected him for that, although he was always falling out with people, usually over politics and died alone. There were rumours of large amounts of cash stashed somewhere in the house because he didn't trust banks.
Mum's father, my grandfather, grew up in the same street. She just casually threw that in as we were talking.
I was asking my parents about Uncle Jim's house, which is nearby but I couldn't remember the exact street. I used to go there as a child. It turns out my great grandmother lived there and my great grandfather died there. My parents lived there for a while.
Here it is: 1 George street Sydenham, very close to Sydney airport.
It's a pity the house isn't still in the family. I was OS when Jimmy died and there was a terrible bunfight over the house because Jimmy was a communist and didn't leave a will. He was "a confirmed bachelor" as they used to politely say, so no children.
Jimmy loved jazz and had a New Orleans jazz funeral. Dad said he used to take him along to the free jazz concerts at the Sydney Townhall. I liked Uncle Jim, he slept with a picture of Stalin next to his bed like a holy picture, never lost that faith although it caused lots of rifts in the family. At least he could think for himself, I respected him for that, although he was always falling out with people, usually over politics and died alone. There were rumours of large amounts of cash stashed somewhere in the house because he didn't trust banks.
Mum's father, my grandfather, grew up in the same street. She just casually threw that in as we were talking.
... this guy must have been a hardcore Aussie commie.
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