Our house oh how I miss it. It was a bungalow. It had stables on one side. There was a separate kitchen on the other side. The front lawn was very long. There were three Eucalyptus trees at the far end of the lawn. We had a gardener who planted a variety of flowers.
He was an artist in my mind. He planted the short flower plants in the front and the plants were gradually taller as they were farther from the house. I had to pick flowers almost every day because my teacher wanted me to take them for her.
Our gardener was very strict about his plants,he wanted us to be gentle when we picked flowers. Every day after school,he’d catch me and showed exactly where I picked the flowers from.He always threatened he’ll tell my Dad.
We had a long veranda,it was part of the house.
We had a hedge on the side which hid the house from the left where the stables were.
We had two gates ,between the house and the garden we had a long passage which extended from one gate to the next. It was covered with small red stones.
We had twelve rooms in the house. Four were large and eight were small. My parents had one large room. My older sister took possession of one, she claimed she has to have a large one to entertain her friends.
We younger ones were given one bedroom. The fourth large one was our drawing room AKA living room.
There were four bathrooms for us. We always used our parents bathroom, but were caught once by Dad, who warned us to stay away from their bathroom. I was allowed to use the bathroom because my parents always made me do chores. They thought I was the most reliable.
It didn’t smell bad it was okay.
It did sound like there were twelve of us. No it couldn’t sound like a library.
We played outdoors, when we came in we were quiet. All our energy was spent running around outdoors. The only time we were noisy was when we played Monopoly, my eldest brother had the bank beside him . I caught him a few times when he stole the fake money. He was not good at strategy, he had to pay up when he landed on the houses belonging to one of us.
My mother could hear us from the kitchen which was outside. She said I made the most noise so she’d call me into the kitchen, to bring the noise level down.
Sabethville 