Read - Part 1

I have always loved reading from a very early age.. on weekends I would curl up on our huge comfy sofa in the drawing room and read for hours and hours.. Just before my father passed away, I asked him to write his memoirs.. I think he was quite chuffed that I did, and so he began with a manual typewriter tapping away into the wee hours of the mornings, day after day, week after week.. I remember reading it at the time and thinking how fabulous it was.. I have decided to share it with you, while I have a damn good go at writing my own story!! 

The Bloomfield Chronicles
PART 1
DAD

 

It was the 24th January, 1932, my mother and I had been up flying in her little Tiger Moth. We had looped the loop over the family home ‘Overnewton’ at Keilor and on landing were driven to Myoora, in Albany Road Toorak, where, in the early hours of the morning on the 25th, I was born!!

My father, John Stoughton Clarke Bloomfield, was 31 years old at that time, a young solicitor practicing in Melbourne and Mum, Beatrice Madge (nee Taylor) was 30.  I was provided with a nanny to care for me, as were most of the young children in the social strata in which my parents moved. They were both mad keen about sport, playing golf, tennis, riding and all the popular sports of the day..

 In 1935 my sister Joan was born and Dad had been made a partner in a legal firm he had worked for some years. My first interest in motor cars was sparked at this time, when our neighbor Sir Edmund Herring, bought a Lancia Lambda, which I feel in love with. I attended Miss Gregories, a kindergarten in Douglas St and one recollection I have of this period, was of my father putting me on the cross bar of his bicycle and cycling to the St Kilda baths, where I was thrown in at the deep end and made to swim!! A cruel way, but I did learn very quickly!!!

In September 1939 the war broke out and we moved back to the family home. I was just eight and as there was no alternative schooling nearby, I was sent to Glamorgan Primary school in Toorak as a boarder, the youngest they had accepted. Mum, Joan and Granny Taylor lived at Keilor, which may as well have been hundreds of miles away instead of 13.. It was during my first year of school that I became ill and was put into hospital which was to be my home on and off for the next four years.

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