And the walls come a-timblin' down

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Isa lei, the machines are at it next door as the cute little white house is demolished to make way for four units! Oh dear, what would Bill think? We had a lovely old man living next to us, he was once a jockey, and we used to chat a bit. He grew older and frail and died and then his grandson took over the house. Today there are a few tears as Bill's daughter looks on (she lived here as a child) and the cruncher has broken up half the house in one hour.

I was told that the house was second-hand, and had been brought to this site from Barwon Heads where it was near the riverbank in the early 30s. No-one seems to know just how old the house was, but probably over 100 years. Then someone said, 'Wendy, maybe your house was one of the three brought in from Barwon Heads!' But our loungeroom area is modern so how come? Okay, perhaps renovations in the 60s changed the whole look of it and strange greyish fake brick stuff covered the original weatherboards.


Peceli took photos last week to show the cute house.

Now the cruncher picks up roofing iron like tissue paper and drops it into the heap. Now our own house is shaking like the devil as the demolition takes place. It's like an earthquake here!

Bill's daughter standing in front of the house 9 a.m. before the demolition.

Two hours later half the house has been knocked down.

(later) By 6 p.m. the block had been totally cleared and had become just bare earth and our house had stopped shaking!