Sunday afternoon Genealogy Fun

Sunday afternoon genealogy fun – Three stories for Father’s Day

Each week on Randy Seaver’s Genea-musings blog he has a post for Saturday night Genealogy fun.  Because of the time difference, I have called my series Sunday Afternoon Genealogy Fun.

Your mission, should you decide to accept it (cue the Mission Impossible! music) is to:
1)  Sunday, 21 June, is Father’s Day.  Let’s celebrate by writing a blog post about our father, or another significant male ancestor (e.g., a grandfather).

2)  What are three things about your father (or significant male ancestor) that you vividly remember about him?

3)  Tell us all about it in your own blog post, in a comment to this post, or in a Facebook Status or Google+ Stream post.

My dad was Ivon Walter Whimpey. He was born 21 January 1923 at Heidelberg, Victoria, Australia. He was married first during one of his leaves during the Second World War in 1944 to Joyce O’Neill in the East Ivanhoe Methodist Church.  This would have been Joyce’s local church.  Joyce was pregnant with their third child when she died in 1948.  Dad then married my mum, Edith Jean Marr, on 20 December 1952, at her local church, the Brougham Street Methodist Church in North Melbourne. Mum and dad lived for a few years in Balwyn, before moving to the house I grew up in at Mitcham.  In 1988, after he retired, mum and dad moved to Wonthaggi. After mum died in 1990, dad married for the third time in 1993.  Dad died 16 December 2009, at the Wonthaggi Hospital.

My dad at his retirement party
Dad at his retirement party Christmas 1987

The first thing I remember about my dad is the time when he dropped something heavy on his foot when he was dismantling the chicken coop in our back yard. It was one of the few times I ever saw my dad cry.  He was off work for a while, I can’t remember exactly how long.  When my parents first moved to our home in Mitcham, it was semi-rural, and there were a lot of orchards in the area.  As the area became more developed, I guess the classification of the land changed, and mum and dad were no longer allowed to keep a chicken coop in the back yard.  No more free eggs, but it did give dad more room to grow a vegie garden.

 

Another thing I remember about my dad is that on our holidays at Kilcunda, he loved to go fishing.  He ended up retiring near where we used to spend our holidays, at Wonthaggi, but he was always so busy, he never got to go fishing after his retirement!  I remember going fishing with him sometimes, but I found it boring. During these holidays, he used to play cricket with us and the other kids in the caravan park.  Dad’s mother was from Woolamai, and dad had also gone to the farm at Woolamai for his holidays when he was a child.

Beach at Kilcunda
The beach at Kilcunda. Dad used to fish from the rocks

Another thing I remember about my dad is the times he used to have to get up in the middle of the night to take my sister to hospital when she had one of her asthma attacks.  We lived in the eastern suburb of Mitcham (in Melbourne), and he had to drive all the way in to the Royal Children’s Hospital in Parkville, and then would drive home again.  By the time he had got my sister settled in the hospital, it was time for him to drive out to Bayswater to go to work. My dad worked as a boiler maker for Jahco Welding in Bayswater.  One of the jobs he mentioned working on was making the boilers for Puffing Billy, the old steam train that was a tourist attraction at Belgrave.

The following google map shows in blue the trip along the freeway from home to the hospital.  The black line is the way dad would have gone, as the freeway wasn’t built yet.

This is the map showing the trip back from the hospital to dad’s work in Bayswater

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