Aunty Uta’s Memories

20 Aug

           How we settled in Australia

We disembarked in Port Melbourne on the 31st of May, 1959. The same day a train took us from Melbourne to the Bonegilla Hostel (near Albury/Wodonga). The train was a special train for us migrants who had come on the S.S. STRAITHAIRD to Port Melbourne.

Around lunch-time we stopped in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere. There were two long huts. Some Australian volunteer ladies were about to serve us a warm meal in these huts. One hut was designated for women and children, the other for men. Each hut was equipped with long tables and benches.

It was lunch-time. The meal for us consisted of meat with three vegies: Potatoes, carrots and peas. The peas were straight away called ‘Kuller-Erbsen’ by some German migrants for they thought the peas weren’t soft enough. They kept joking they were just good enough to be ‘kullert’ (rolled around)!

Peter was most upset that he wasn’t allowed to sit with me and the children. ‘I could’ve helped you with the feeding of the babies,’ he said. ‘Why on earth wouldn’t they let me sit with you?’ Yes, I would have loved Peter to be with us for the meal. Nonetheless, I felt that the feeding of the newcomers was well organised. I thought we ought to be thankful that they went to a lot of trouble to provide a warm meal for all of us. Strangely enough, I even liked the ‘Kuller-Erbsen’. The meat-rissoles were tasty and suitable to be fed to the babies. Besides, they had allowed us enough time for our lunch; we did not feel rushed at all. — And there were special chairs for all the babies! That gave me the feeling that Australians liked children. In Germany we had never seen a baby-chair in any public place!

In the evening our train stopped at a siding close to the Bonegilla Migrant Hostel. It was still early evening, but already pitch dark. And we could immediately feel that it was going to be a very cold night.

At the Hostel we were assigned two rooms in one of the huts. One room contained two single beds with two sheets and four Army blankets on each bed. In the other room were two baby cots, also with sheets and warm baby blankets. Both rooms were freezing cold. An electric radiator was in each room. We decided we would use only one room to sleep in, and use the other room as a store-room for our luggage and for one of the cots. One of the cots fitted into our bedroom. So we let our twenty-one months old baby sleep in it. Our six months old baby was to sleep in her pram, of course also in the same room with us. We pushed the two single beds together to make one big bed. One of the Army blankets we hung over the window as an extra buffer against the cold. Using both radiators for the one room it was soon pleasantly warm.

 Before bedtime we were given another hot meal in the huge dining hall. We were told every day we would get breakfast, lunch and dinner in the dining hall. The meals were served from a counter. And again there was no shortage of baby-chairs for all the little ones!

For breakfast there was always semolina available, which was cooked in creamy milk. Our babies liked to eat it and so did I. Most German grown-ups didn’t like it at all and would complain that this sort of food was served every morning.

 Nonetheless, this was not the only breakfast food. There was always toast and butter and jams as well as other hot cooked food; for instance baked beans, scrambled or boiled eggs or fried eggs with bacon. I think there was also fruit-juice on offer and of course hot tea as well as coffee. The coffee would not have been made the way Germans liked it, but I’m sure I thought by myself, we had really nothing to complain about!

 We had severely cold nights during the month of June and wonderful sunshine during the day. We could use an outside laundry free of charge. There were a number of huge kettles and laundry tubs. Most mornings we boiled nappies in one of the kettles. After having rinsed those nappies in one of the laundry tubs, they were hung outside on one of the long clothes-lines. The sun quickly dried them. Taking the dry nappies of the line, they smelled wonderfully fresh! Some of the women made some rather sly remarks about how Peter was always around to help me with the babies as well as all the daily washing. They were probably envious that their husbands didn’t help them as much!

 We soon made friends with another German couple who had two babies of about the same age as our babies. During the day we often went for walks with them. The fresh air was good for all of us, especially for the babies, two of them being pushed around in their prams, while the other two could already walk a bit and when they got tired they could sit on a little seat which was fastened to the front of the pram.

 This other German family had been neighbours of ours on the S.S. Straithaird. The voyage on that P & O ocean-liner had been absolutely first class: Families with very small children had been accommodated on C-Deck with private cabins for each family! The cabins were large enough for double bunks for the parents as well as room for two cots. Right next to our cabin we had our own private bathroom, where the steward would fill the bathtub for us with hot seawater. He did this twice daily. Next to the bathtub was a dish which was filled with hot softwater for soaping ourselves.

 Every morning our steward collected our baby nappies to take them to the laundry-service, for which we had to pay some money. We were not allowed to wash nappies in the communal laundry, which people could use for free. Our voyage lasted for five weeks. For a five weeks nappy-service we had sufficient money, only just. Naturally we could not buy anything in the shops on board the ship. This did not in the least matter to us. All the meals on board for the passengers were absolutely first class! We regarded this sea-voyage as the best holiday we ever had.

 In Bonegilla we were immediatly given ‘dole’-money, since nobody had started work yet. The migrant workers were given a choice to look around themselves for a job or to start working in the Port Kembla Steelworks in Wollongong. Peter chose to go to Wollongong, a pleasant town at the Pacific Ocean. (We still live in the area!) Most migrants chose to start in the Steelworks. For a number of years Peter worked in the Steelworks with a gang of brush-handpainter climbing onto very high chimneys in order to paint these chimneys.

 Over the years Peter has had lots of different jobs. He was never out of work. It was like that in the sixties: There were always jobs available for everyone. People did not have to be afraid of losing their job. In the seventies Peter joined the railways and eventually was an ASM (Assistant Station Master). He worked then for the railways until his retirement.

 We raised four children in Australia. We are debtfree and own our own home. We never regretted that we left Germany to live in Australia. However we like to go back to Germany for visits. We’ve done so a number of times. However, I wonder, why none of our children own their own home: They are all renting!

9 Responses to “Aunty Uta’s Memories”

  1. the island traveler August 31, 2011 at 7:41 pm #

    That is one amazing story. I understand what it is to be migrant. It’s not easy, so much struggles, a lot of challenges that sometimes can be overwhelming but one thing I know being a migrant myself is that we are stronger people, more determined, will to work and make a mark in the new world. One great assest we have too is that we are surrounded by a supportive , cohesive and loving family. This helps us beat the odds. Your journey as well as that of your family is an inspiration to anyone that reads them . Thanks for sharing. Stay blessed always,

    • auntyuta September 19, 2011 at 12:28 am #

      Yes, dear IT, it is quite amazing how well migrants were taken care of in those days. As we settled in Australia in the sixties, we experienced probably less challenges here than we would have experienced in Germany. For sure a lot of migrants got homesick and some chose to go back to their home-country. We personally know of some families, who went back to Germany after a few years in Australia, A few of those families prospered in Germany and therefore stayed in Germany, but were not necessarily happier in Germany for life in Australia had been much easier and better for the kids. Some families chose then to migrate to Australia a second time because life in Australia agreed with them so much more!

  2. auntyuta August 31, 2011 at 8:45 pm #

    Thank you for your very thoughtful response.

    I’m looking forward to reading more of your blogs. You always put in such beautiful photos.. I love very much to look at them.

    I hope one of my daughters can help me with inserting some of my pictures into my blogs.It’s just a matter of finding the right time for it. Pictures often can tell you more than words!

  3. CH September 18, 2011 at 11:19 am #

    Great read. I’ve signed up to receive notifications of new posts. Keep it up.

    • auntyuta September 19, 2011 at 12:03 am #

      Thank you, CH, Love. you

  4. Munira September 18, 2011 at 8:29 pm #

    Captivating read, I was glued to every word and tried to picture your experience in my mind’s eye. I think it’s amazing that you were so well taken care of!

    • auntyuta September 19, 2011 at 12:13 am #

      Yes, Munira, I think we were very well taken care of. I must say, we were lucky. From today’s point of view I find it quite amazing too.

  5. MOL September 28, 2011 at 1:28 am #

    What a journey! It must have been exciting and scary all at the same time. Your life in the new country sounded like it was so full of promise. However, one never forgets where one came from. We are the same way. We love living where we are now. But we also enjoy visiting our country of origin. I think people who have issues with either will not be happy until they resolve the issues, whatever they are.

    It is possible that owning a home is not as big a priority for your children. Also that their Australia has become much different from your Australia.

    • auntyuta September 28, 2011 at 1:11 pm #

      Thank you for visiting my blog and replying to it, dear MOL I don’t know maybe it just sounds scary. But we really had no reason to feel scared since everything was so well organised. Yes, we were excited but definitely not scared. We were blown away that we did get first class treatment during the sea voyage! Maybe it would have been nice to have a better wardrobe. But we were able to cope with the bare minimum of clothes. We were used to that.

      In the fifties and sixties there were still some reasonable priced blocks of land available in the outer suburbs which even low income earners could afford. This certainly has changed.

      Our son and one daughter married and had children. They were paying off their own homes. But both marriages came to an end after a few
      years. And so did hom-ownership.

      Our youngest daughter lives with her partner in the Eastern suburbs of Sydney. They’re renting. Properties in that suburb, which they really like, are unaffordable to purchase, unless you have a very high income.

      The eldest daughter came down with polio on her fourth birthday. She’s severly disabled because of that. She’s 52 now and enjoys life. She’s
      provided with caretakers. The house she lives in she is renting. Very low
      rent actually because the house is provided by the Housing Department.

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