Main Street Life on the Bruce Hwy in Edmonton.

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Life on Main Street

Life on main street Edmonton gave me a sense of place and a base for many youthful adventures. So many tales could be told. In the words of author Robert Cormier, “All the stories I’ll ever need are right here on Main Street.”

My father Tom had worked as a wood machinist for Queensland Rail, a car salesman for Advanx Toyota and done some building work to fill in the gaps. In 1977 he decided to try his hand at private enterprise. There were two petrol stations in Edmonton, one on the south end of town owned by George Lee and one at the north end, owned by his brother Dennis Lee.

The brothers had come to Australia from China some years previously, but by the end of the 70’s Dennis had decided that he had enough of Far North Queensland and wanted to move to Sydney.

Tom was great mates with George, and when he found out Dennis wanted to move, he decided this was an excellent opportunity. He signed a three-year lease to run the business registered under the name ‘Tin Sang & Co’. The shop was on our main street, the Bruce Highway. All businesses were, to get the benefit of the passing traffic.

I am not sure if it is just me, or if we all have a certain clarity about what happened when we were 11, yet we have trouble remembering what happened yesterday. However, I can remember the shops along the highway with great clarity. I remember how they looked, how they smelled and the people who ran them. They were, from north to south:

Neil Gill’s Butcher Shop
Edmonton Post Office
Tom’s Tin Sang & Co
Keith Auld’s Chemist Shop
Terry O’Farrel’s Newsagency
Jeff Donaghy Butcher Shop;
Chellimi’s Bakery; and
Slavik’s Fish and Chip Shop

That was my immediate ‘hood’. Then came the Grafton Hotel, the Hambledon Hotel and the two local general stores, Piccones and Cavallaros. Further south was the Police Station, houses, Collinson Creek and George Lee’s petrol station.

Tin Sang & Co had two petrol bowsers out the front and a small general store inside. There was as a house out the back where we lived. Living in the commercial heart of a small country town would seem dull to many, but it was exciting for a young boy to move into a house just behind the shops in the main street. Yes, it seems decidedly small time now, but the increased activity and the movement of people in and out of the shop was a new experience for me.

During my young life on main street Edmonton the greatest cause for excitement was what we called the “Lolly Cabinet”, which stood in the corner of the shop and held everything from Freckles (very small pieces of chocolate covered in hundreds of thousands) to the one hundred-gram Cadbury chocolate bar. This was enough to make an 11-year old’s eyes pop and tummy rumble. It was at this point I decided my future was in the service industry, the ‘self-service’ industry!

life on main street
Life on main street at 167 Bruce Highway (2018)

When it came to weekly shopping, Piccones was owned by the town’s most successful business-man Lou Piccone. It was similar to the supermarket of today. More often than not, we shopped at Cavallaro’s. Cavallaro’s was a ramshackle old store, run by two Italian brothers, Dino and Alfie. It had a wide array of goods and the smell of ground coffee in the air. For me shopping there was a real adventure, with hot salami, Italian sausages, garlic, olive oil and many of the foods I grew to love.

Keith Auld owned the town’s only pharmacy. Born in Gordonvale, Keith married Judy Wardrop from Jaggan on the Atherton Tablelands. Keith then operated a chemist shop in Atherton for many years. Judy and he had two children, Alan and Susan. They then moved to Edmonton where Keith purchased a Chemist shop (two doors from our shop) from a pharmacist by the name of Brian Davidson. Judy soon fell pregnant with her third and final child David.

Just a few doors down from the chemist shop was Chellemi’s bakery run by Joe Chellemi. Joe was a young man and his elderly parents lived above the newsagency. I remember speaking to Mr. Chellemi (Joe’s dad) who spoke in broken English, like so many Italian immigrants of that time.

Alas my father was far too generous to be a remarkable success in private enterprise. I can still recall how he would give away fruit and vegetables to customers and extend credit to people he should not have. However, he was a man with an optimistic attitude who would always land on his feet.

During the 70’s he served as a Councillor on the local council which was known as the Mulgrave Shire. He would later make a quick transformation from private sector survival to a highly successful career in public service. This was to prove a good career move as his outgoing nature and ability to communicate made him perfect for local politics.

George Wing Kwong Lee 12-8-22 to 21-08-07
George came by himself to Australia by ship from Hong Kong about mid 1930’s to join his father Thomas Lee who owned a grocery shop in Edmonton (where the Lee’s service station was from 1956).
Thomas had moved from China to Murwillumbah in northern NSW in the early 1920’s. He had panned for gold in the Palmer River in the mid 20’s, returning home to China every 4 years. So it is no coincidence that all of his children were born 4 years apart. George was the first boy and the 3rd child. Thomas sent for his son in 1935-6 to come to Australia to help in his store in Edmonton. A couple of years later he sent for his 10 year old son, James. Thomas had 8 children and a second wife by the time he returned to China permanently in the late 1940’s. He passed on in the late 1940’s in China.
After his father left Australia, George moved to Thursday Island where he owned a café and shop with his cousin Vincent Lee Moon. This is where he met the love of his life Marcella Berolah who was born on Thursday Island. Marcella’s mother was born on Darnley Island and her father, Timor. The building that housed the cafe/shop remains today and is used by a hairdresser.
George and Marcella eventually moved to Edmonton in 1956 after a few years owning a store at the old Five Ways in Cairns. George bought the shop that his father previously owned in Edmonton. It was the Neptune, then Shell Lee’s service station, until his daughter and husband took over in the early 1980’s until both retired in the mid 2010’s.
George also bought a second business in Edmonton with his youngest brother Dennis. Dennis had come out from China in the early 1950’s. George and Marcella had 6 children, Rasma, Christina, Allan, Kevin, Susan and Jasmin.

Life on Main Street – The Floods of 1977

One summer’s night in 1977 we experienced rainfall the like of which I had never known. The rain was hitting our roof heavily when I went to bed and it just kept coming down throughout the night. By the morning the drain behind our house had burst its banks and a foot of water was flowing through our yard. Thankfully the house was on cement stumps a foot and a half high. However, none of the shops were.

My parents opened our shop and moved as much of the stock as they could to higher shelves. I remember mum saying, “Tom, the pumpkins are floating out the door” and reflecting on the surreal nature of the comment, as dad sloshed towards the door to reclaim his floating pumpkins.

The adults handled the flooding without too much drama and without any opportunistic politician needing to tell them how ‘resilient’ they were.

For us children it was all an exciting adventure. I remember getting my kayak and paddling up and down the drain at the front of all the shops. Rather than it being a drain, it had just turned into the deepest part of a massive pool lying between all the shops and the Bruce Highway. Another exciting highlight of life on main street.

Outside Grafon Hotel

Before Bentley Park

It feels a little strange these days when I am in Bentley Park and visit the massive Bentley Park School. It seems only yesterday that area was little more than two short dirt roads, Robert Road and McLaughlin Road. I knew the area well, as there were two local families with rugby league loving sons living there, the Stones and the McLeods. Two well-known residents were Ron McLeod and Dr. McLaughlin.

Dr. McLaughlin lived in a large property opposite where Bentley Park School is now. He lovingly referred to it as ‘Mango Park’. It was appropriately named with mature mango trees appearing at regular intervals along the long driveway into the property.

Doctors had no forced retirement age and Dr MacLauchlan spent many of his years in semi-retirement, He is said to have written the occasional script at the bar of the Hambledon Hotel. He was known to tell a good yarn. One story I remember him telling me and my good friend Allan (Dick) Whittington, was while we were painting two rooms in his house at Mango Park.

Dr. McLaughlin had given helpful advice to a Yugoslavian cane cutter, who complained of occasionally getting insects in his ear. The suggested treatment involved shining a light directly into the ear. The insect, being attracted by the light, makes its way towards the light, thus vacating the eardrum. What the good doctor did not know, was that his cane cutter patient did not have a torch, preferring to use candles when in need of additional light.

When next a small beetle found its way into his ear, he told his wife to hold a candle over his ear, to attract the beetle. With the base of the candle shadowing the ear, the good man’s wife did what may have seemed appropriate at the time. She turned the candle on its side to let in the light. Instantly hot molten wax flowed from the candle and filled her husband’s ear drum.

I remember Dr MacLauchlan roaring with laughter as he described the enraged cane-cutter chasing his wife down the road, swearing in a Slavic tongue, with a cane-knife in one hand as he held his ear with the other.

Rugby League Days

My passion and favourite pastime growing up was without doubt rugby league. Around this time Edmonton had its own Junior Rugby League teams. Some of the local 11 and 12-year olds would tumble into the back of dad’s Toyota carrier van every Saturday and head into town to play the local rivals, Cairns Wests.

A group of 11-year old’s tumbling into a van without seat belts or even seats was something we thought nothing of doing back then. Parents never expressed concerns when dad called to take one of their precious children in the back of the van to the footy. We would head in along Mulgrave Road to the rectangular fields which were then in Westcourt (where DFO now stands). The only stop was to collect ice from Cousins Ice to keep the drinks and oranges cool.

Edmonton Under 11 (Manager Tom Pyne/Coach Dolf Lossberg)
Edmonton Under 11 (Manager Tom Pyne/Coach Dolph Lossberg)

One Saturday I was out exploring with friends. Not far from the Hambledon Mill were great pools of stinking mess known as the mill ponds. These ponds consisted of liquid waste from the mill.

The waste the ponds held, was the consistency of quick sand and stunk to high heaven. This Saturday, while exploring with friends we came across these ponds and I saw an island in the pond I decided to jump on. The problem was that it was not an island at all, but a clump of grass growing on the crusty surface. I jumped and went straight through the surface, becoming fully submerged.

Thankfully I did resurface and with help from my young comrades made it back to the bank. Realising it was Saturday, we returned home, making it just in time to head into Cairns for rugby league. The way I smelled on the way into football was indescribable, but it was worth it. It was not just my team-mates who were reluctant to come near me. I had never played better in my life.

I scored a few tries that day, two without even having a hand being laid on me. It did not occur to me at the time that the reluctance of defenders may have been due to the fact I smelled like a septic tank.

The highlight of 1978 for myself and some of the other rugby league mad boys was the 40 kg rugby league tournament for Far North Queensland. The concept behind the 40 kg competition was that children of the same body weight would be competing against each other. This was done to avoid the unfairness of the fact some boys grow much quicker than others and you have little boys competing against rather large lads.

The coach of the team was an ambitious Gordonvale school teacher by the name of Warren Pitt. He was a hard taskmaster for us kids and he later became the Member for Mulgrave in the Queensland Parliament. It was a joy to play with the other boys many of who were older than me and who I had looked up to over previous years, including our captain Brian Clarke.

I played in the same competition the following year and at the presentation night I was named ‘Player of The Carnival’. Of course I was very proud at what was to prove the highlight of my rugby league career.

However, looking back there is something depressing about peeking in your favourite sport at the age of 12. My slow decline in the sport continued to the age of 22, when I spent a year as a B grade player for Ivanhoes. I was unable to complete that season due to a bad back. I did manage an A Grade game for Southern Suburbs and a Foley Shield Game for Cairns in the interim, but that is cold comfort when your childhood dream is to play for St. George.

There was such a powerful sense of community in those days. Memories of driving with dad every Saturday in winter, and picking up young friends like Marcel McLeod, Robert Stone, Nicky Bromley and other local kids and taking them in to play rugby league. Those years were innocent, and they were fun. How sad it is that to do this today you would need insurance cover, a blue card and even a coaching licence. I was blessed to live in such carefree times.

Tom Pyne (1935 – 2011)
Tom Pyne was born in Babinda. Tom married his lifelong partner Marion in 1955 and the pair had two children, Joann and Robert. He was elected as a councillor on the Mulgrave Shire in 1961 and served continuously until 1979 when he was elected as Chairman. He served as Chairman of the Mulgrave Shire, from 1979 to 1995 when the Mulgrave Shire was amalgamated with the Cairns City Council. Tom was a prominent member of the Local Government Association of Queensland, becoming a member of the Executive in 1979, being re-appointed in 1985, 1988 and 1991, and later serving as the President. In that position he opposed the ALP Governments forced council mergers in the early 1990s. Pyne contested the first mayoral election for the new enlarged City of Cairns in 1995, and easily defeated incumbent Cairns Mayor Kevin Bryne. His term as mayor included overseeing the transition to the new council, new council headquarters, and securing the Esplanade Lagoon on the Cairns foreshore. He retired in 2000, having never lost an election. His only political failure was a bid to enter Queensland politics. He missed out on ALP preselection for the state seat of Cairns in 1982, as a result of a factional deal by party bosses in Brisbane. He remained loyal to the ALP, but it was something he never forgot.

Tom’s Record

1961 to 1979: Mulgrave Shire Councillor

1979 to 1995: Mulgrave Shire Chairman

1995 to 2000: Mayor of Cairns

1997 to 2000: President of the LGAQ

All Good Things Must Come to an End

Our lease expired in 1980 and life on main street Edmonton came to an end. Our family moved back to our home at 88 Mt Peter Road. The move coincided with dad’s increasing obligations to local government and my own transition to high school. The closest high school was Gordonvale State High. The fun-filled days of freedom and discovery would become fewer in number.

The thing I remember most about my life on main street during those pre-teen days was a carefree feeling. A feeling of not being under pressure from the clock, of not needing to have things done immediately or being under pressure to meet deadlines.

Memories of days spent out in the environment, swimming, exploring and adventuring with mates. I contrast that to the life so many young people live today. Spending their days within four walls staring into one electronic device or another. Of course we could not possibly let children out these days many people say, condemning our current generation to a life of obesity hooked on electric devices of all manner.

History tells us many unfortunate practices took place in the 1970’s. Everything from discrimination, the poor treatment of our first peoples, domestic abuse and the sexual abuse of children in institutional care. However, that was not my story and my story is the only one I can tell. For me those years of my life on main street of Edmonton were the good old days. Perhaps not for others, but they were for me.

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