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Memories of Living in Australia in 1967 as a 10 Year Old Irish Child


L.M. Reid is an Irish writer who has published many articles in magazines and online.

An Irish family on the Castel Felice ship on their way to Australia in May 1967

An Irish family on the Castel Felice ship on their way to Australia in May 1967

Life of an Irish Family in Australia in 1967

We were an Irish family who had been living in Britain for a few years. We emigrated to Australia with the £10 assisted passage scheme. There were my parents, my older brother who was twelve and us four girls. I was the eldest girl at ten and my sisters were nine, seven and five years old.

Adelaide in South Australia

We left Southampton, England in April 1967 on the Castel Felice. We disembarked at Adelaide in South Australia in May 1967. We had all enjoyed a wonderful few weeks on the ship before a stopover of two weeks in a hostel in Adelaide in South Australia.

Then we traveled to our new home in a small town called Lamaroo about a hundred miles away. My father has secured a job working for the South Australian Railway and a house to go with it.

An Irish family enjoying Christmas day in the swimming pool.in Australia in 1967

An Irish family enjoying Christmas day in the swimming pool.in Australia in 1967

First School in Lamaroo

When we attended the school in Lamaroo it was really very different to what we were used to in England or Ireland. Even though we were aged between twelve and five years old we went to the same school. Most of it was made up of prefabs.

We did have our own classroom and our own specific teacher for each year, but I seem to remember always going to and fro from one classroom to another. The teachers were mainly men and all wore these Australian shorts.

School in Australia

I always had women teachers before this so it was a bit of a shock at first. All the teachers were very good though. As soon as we got there we were called English Poms. We had to explain that we were not English but Irish even though we had been living in England when we emigrated.

We made friends very quickly because the kids were fascinated with our accents and wanted to hear about our time on the ship the Castel Felice.

Our first school in Lamaroo Australia in 1967

Our first school in Lamaroo Australia in 1967

God Save the Queen

At the start of every school day the bell would ring and all the kids from the school would run into line in the huge school yard. Then there would be a flag raising ceremony and the British anthem of God Save the Queen would be sung by kids and teachers.

At that age I did not know too much about our Irish history except bits I had heard my parents talk about. But that very first morning when that Australian flag was raised and all the kids were standing to attention I was amazed. I had never experienced it before so that was my first shock.

I did not know any Australian history at that time or how the country was connected to Britain so I could not understand why this was happening. The main reason for my horror though was that I was expected to stand to attention at this flag and sing God Save the Queen. It did not help either that a portion of it was showing the British flag. That was the only part that I could see every morning.

I was just a kid and could not really understand my feelings but I did know because I was Irish there was no way I could do that. We were at that school for just over a year and I never did sing it. I had to stand there all right but pretended to sing the words by moving my lips.

Now I was ten and my sister nine when we attended the school in Lamaroo but it was only years later when we were adults and looking at old photos that we spoke to each other about this. She told me that she too did not sing it and hated that part of the school day as much as me.

My brother in the Australian outback in 1967

My brother in the Australian outback in 1967

Outdoor Life

A great place for all of us children. Once a week the priests from different religions came in to the school and all the kids had to go to whatever class their religion was. It was our bad luck that the Catholic priest was an old Irish one and was delighted that we were there. He constantly asked us the religious questions expecting us to know them just because we were Irish and had just come over. Those classes were a nightmare.


The school was big into outdoor sports which was normal in Australia. I must admit it was a learning curve for all of us because our schools in England did not have much of that either. We did everything from netball, cricket, football, rounders, running, shot put, the long jump and the high jump. My favourites were the long jump and the short races.

We had a sports day every few months which was always a great day for us all. Another thing the school had which nearly killed me the first time was a cross country race. I have no idea how long this was but I do remember half killing myself trying to finish it the first time I ran it. Once I was used to the outdoor activities though it was great fun. My first school in Australia was full of different experiences and happy memories.

My brother in Australia with our dog  Sparky

My brother in Australia with our dog Sparky

First Christmas in Australia

We were on our summer holidays from school in December. The heat was very bad and hard to get used to at first but like everything in life we adjusted well. We arrived that year and experienced one of the worst droughts the country had suffered in years. Every house had a huge water tank in the garden that caught the water when it rained. It did feel strange for every one in the family that Christmas was arriving in the summer.

Santa Claus Arrives by Helicopter

My two youngest sisters who were seven and five were very excited to hear that Father Christmas or Santa as we called him was going to be at the park in Lamaroo a week before Christmas. So mum brought them and the rest of us older kids went down for a look. I was fascinated when a helicopter arrived and out came Santa. This was the first helicopter I had ever seen. My two little sisters queued up with all the other little kids and got to speak to Santa and received a small gift too.

Our first Christmas in Australia in 1967

Our first Christmas in Australia in 1967

The Swimming Pool

Our parents decided that we were all going to have one big present between us that year; A swimming pool. Our immediate neighbours who also had five children around the same age as us also got the same type of pool as us for Christmas. It was a round one that measured twelve feet across and was three feet deep.

Oh we had great fun on Christmas day in the pool. We all got in and dad joined us. We created a game where he would hold one of us at a time and run round and round the pool. We all wanted to have a go, shouting at him to go faster, poor dad was exhausted.

My mother took lots of photos and after a while she went back into the house to prepare our Christmas dinner. We may have been in Australia in the middle of a heat wave but mum carried on preparing for the full traditional Christmas dinner.

We stayed in the pool all morning and dad kept calling mum out to leave the preparations for the dinner till later and come in for a swim. She said she would soon. Eventually dad got out of the pool and went to get mum.

Christmas Day 1967

Our house was in the middle of the huge garden so it was possible to walk right around it. We heard mum laughing and screaming as she ran out of the house with dad chasing her. They ran around the house as mum kept saying ‘I warning you Peter don’t you dare’ Dad had told mum that if she didn't leave the dinner till later and come into the garden and the pool he would throw her in.

Mum finally had to stop running and they were laughing beside the pool. Mum promised she would come in for a swim soon but dad got hold of her and they both fell back into the water together. Mum was fully clothed.

We were all in the pool at the time too so with the big splash we all got covered in the spray of water. Mum got out of the pool laughing and then joined us when she changed. Then we joined a load of neighbours for a Christmas day game of cricket. The heat was very bad so not many runs were made. We all did more laughing and talking than playing cricket.

I don’t remember that Christmas night but mum says we did eventually have the traditional Christmas dinner very late and we children went to bed exhausted. We have lots of photos of that Christmas morning because my parents were very good at taking photos as we were growing up. They certainly bring back some wonderful memories of my first Christmas in Australia.

Our Christmas present 1967

Our Christmas present 1967

Wonderful Experiences

I have very fond memories of my first school in Australia in 1967. At that age the idea of leaving Britain and immigrating to live on the other side of the world in Australia was an adventure with no worries at all to me.

My parents were very brave to take a chance especially with five very young children and no family out there at all for support. Their courage and the £10 Assisted Passage Scheme made it possible. Once my father got the job and house with the South Australian Railway we were on our way to a fantastic experience.

The trip out there on the ship the Castel Felice was amazing and once we arrived in Australia too. I have wonderful memories which I will treasure for the rest of my life of the experiences of life in Australia as an Irish child in the 1960’s.

Memories of my Father Peter Reid

I asked my parents about their memories so I could record them here too. My father worked for the Railway in the London Underground and he tells some amazing stories about that time. He was able to get a job in the South Australian Railways because of his experience there.

With the job came a house so that is how he was able to bring his young family out to Australia. To read his account of this time click the link below

Emmigrating to Australia

My Mother Christina Reid

She tells us what it was like for her as a mother of five young children on the six week voyage on the ship. How she managed keeping an eye on us all and keeping us safe. There is a great story where my 12 year old brother thought our parents had been left behind when they took a tour of Port Said.

To read her stories click the link below

My Voyage on the Emigrant Ship Castel Felice in 1967

Peter and Chris Reid

Peter and Chris Reid


L M Reid (author) from Ireland on October 26, 2019:

Hello Jacinta, It is nice to see you read the articles, say hello to Phyliss in May for me.

Jacinta gethins nee finlayson on August 21, 2019:

Thank you for the posts im really enjoying them. Im going to see phyllis in the USA in may and she.will love them she remembers all the family including your great grandparents xx

L M Reid (author) from Ireland on July 30, 2019:

Hello John, yes it is surprising the things that we remember from our childhood. It was so long ago but they are vivid memories. Thanks for rading.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on July 23, 2019:

This was a very interesting read. I was a child growing up in Australia at the same time, but I was in Queensland and born here. It still bought back memories, especially of having to stand and sing God Save the Queen, on parade.

L M Reid (author) from Ireland on January 01, 2012:

Hello tonyfisher, thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.

Yes I have some wonderful childhood memories from Australia, The journey on the ship was amazing too!

Glad you found me on Twitter, I post my articles there a lot so good to know I am getting readers from there too.

Tony Fischer from Southeastern Michigan on January 01, 2012:

Very interesting! Sounds like an incredible adventure. Look forward to reading more from you. I found you on twitter so I will also follow you there.

L M Reid (author) from Ireland on December 19, 2011:

Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment.

Just History. Yes it was weird having a Christmas during our school summer holidays lol. And my 2 youngest sisters still believed in Santa so were very worried that he knew they had moved to Australia!

Priday Family. That is amazing that you live in Lamaroo now and we are both writing on HubPages.

Priday Family on December 19, 2011:

Marvelous account of first Christmas in Oz. We came here on the Castle Felice in Aug 1963. I now reside in Lameroo. What a coincidence that you arrived here, and I have now retired here. Great place too.

Just History from England on December 09, 2011:

A great hub, my uncle was a £10 pom and stayed there til he died, his family are still there. I can really understand the shock to the system it must have been as at about the same time you went to Australia, we went to Singapre- hot and foreign!! Your photos really made me remember what it was like to have a hot christmas !

L M Reid (author) from Ireland on January 15, 2011:

Thanks for reading and your comments everyone.

diane: I went to your excellent blog and read lots of your interesting posts.

I could not find your story of emmigrating though. You are not allowed to post the link here in the comment but can you send me the direct url to your article to the contact email above on the right of my profile, thanks.

diane on January 15, 2011:

I was a ten pound pom too but an English one. Now I'm a dinki di Aussie. I enjoyed your story, mine is on the sidebar of my blog.

BJBenson from USA on December 31, 2010:

Thank you for our gift from you! This was a wonderful hub.

Happy Holiday!

Nell Rose from England on December 30, 2010:

Hi, I have often heard about this on TV, and wondered who actually went out there, are you still there? or did you move back to Ireland? I see by your avatar that you say Ireland, I would love to have done this, my mothers aunts went to live in Canada, I was so hoping that we would go, but we never did, great story, cheers nell

Jaypyramid on December 23, 2010:

Very interesting hub Viking and certainly a different Christmas day than you were used to. How brave of your parents to move so far with so many young children.

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