An odd view inside the old Showground, the lofty clock tower of the main Grandstand can be seen in the left background. |
Me
( at the same age as the little boy with the beach bucket a few days
ago) standing with my Dad at the Moore Park Entrance to the Showground- I
had known nothing like this in my life; I had been told that we were
going "to the Show", which I gathered would be good, but that was all.
Now here we were being shoved through the turnstiles in these pokey
little entrance gates with the rest of the crowds from the trams pushing
behind.Then :
BAM! IT HIT ME LIKE A HEAVENLY REVELATION! "SHOCK", "AWE", WONDERMENT" I HAD NO TERMS OF REFERENCE : MY MIND REELED:
The
ground fell away from the gates down a moderate slope, exaggerating the
effect of the wonderful sights confronting me. Could this be real? So
much , so pleasing and obviously all dedicated to fun - look : in the
distance a huge Ferris Wheel turning, and I could hear a Merry Go Round,
and there were people selling all sorts of colorful toys, rattlers,
spinning coloured fans and kids everywhere eating ice creams,
chocolates, hot dogs, pluto pups and real hot chips AND carrying large
paper bags with string handles - in a very possessive manner!
WONDERLAND!!
Dad
began to instruct me in Show craft - it was neither possible nor
desirable to try to see everything at once - we needed a plan of attack.
The whole Showground was built around the Main Arena in effect. In the
West where we had entered - this had to be the Main Entrance - were the
Hordern Pavilion with all sorts of commercial exhibits and South of that
was the Show Bag Pavilion. The Plan made this the last port of call
before we exited to the Tram.To the East of the Showbags was a rowdy
collection of garish, noisy, "rides"and freak shows and Jimmy Sharman's
Boxing Troop. From there, further East and round the Eastern boundary
Wall were all sorts of animal Pavilions - horses, cattle, sheep, dogs,
cats, birds,by the hundred - each with their own intermingling
unpleasant smells. Then around further was the Horticultural Pavilion,
supplemented by a grand Merry Go Round and then along the Northern
Boundary wall was the Wood Chopping. Various other odds and sods were
sprinkled around the area - such as new car exhibitions and food stalls,
mostly the latter were tucked in under the seating stands for the grand
arena. But the two grand features of the Eastern side of the Arena were
two truly huge brick Pavilions one in red brick and the other with a
rendered surface marked out like stone blocks, The two of them were
close together and they soared to a great height via stepped end walls
and soaring steel arches supporting each roof.
In
the red brick Pavilion we found a Spitfire hanging from the roof arches
and a brand new and entirely novel centre aisle AIR-CONDITIONED railway
carriage which was about to go into service on the "Newcastle Flyer"the
crack inter-city Express.Amazing stuff! One of the key features of the
1947 Show was the British Empire Exhibition. Maybe the Spitfire was part
of that - otherwise the B E Ex had no impact on me.
I
don't remember what we had to eat or drink, except "Hot Tasmanian
Potato Chips"excellent! It was good to know that Tasmania produced
something good and useful instead of just Apples and more
Apples.Tasmanian Chips were to become a ritual part of every visit to
the Show for decades afterwards and I had the pleasure of introducing
our three children to them in the 1970's. Sadly, in the early 1980's
during some Tasmanian economy drive they ceased appearing - once again
"all good things must come to an end".
In
time, our day at the Show was coming to an end and Dad guided me back
to the Showbag Pavilion. Wonders once again! The showbags were truly
very different then and true to their original name : "Sample Bags".
They always contained special small versions of the particular company's
wares. The one I prized most, apart from the Hoadley's Chocolates Bag
with its wonderful "Chocolate Polly Waffle"( which was still being
produced until 2010!) , was the Pick Me Up Sauce Bag with about five or
six miniature bottles of various sauces ( most of which I'd never
tasted) I didn't care about the sauce - I was fascinated by the bottle
shapes!As they clinked and clattered together, the bag proved to be a
cause for friction on the way home. I think I got about 5 or 6 bags -
at two shillings( one florin) and sixpence each [nominally 25 Cents]
they were not expensive - as advertising they were heavily subsidised by
the companíes and gaudily printed with their characteristic stylised
name and colours.
So
it was off home by tram to Central Station in Eddy Street,then up the
ramp and stairs to the electric trains and home to Berala.
You
may note that through this account I have not mentioned my Mum. I can't
remember her being with us - which she was in most future years even
though I believe she didn't relish the crowded experience. I believe Mum
must have stayed home to avoid expected heavy crowding.
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