David Willes continues …
My father, Fred Willes, went over to England and came back to Russell with his bride. Originally, they stayed at Canaipa House, but she was very taken aback with the toilet, a rickety affair perched on top of a cliff. It always looked on the point of falling down. She must have thought we were a bunch of hill-billys, but it did have a good view!
Eventually Fred and his wife moved out on their own into the original family house at Old House Point, just to the east of the present public jetty. Before this jetty was built, boats used Dad’s private jetty at Old House Point. Fruit from the farms was transported over primitive bush tracks, which were made and maintained on a working bee basis by the farmers themselves. There were no rates or electricity or reticulated water but we were happy without the Council. Dad was fortunate because he had lots of tanks to collect rainwater for drinking, and three wells for irrigating our crops. At this time, everything had to be carried by horse and cart to the jetty which had its own rail trolley to carry goods along its length. The Gibson’s boats, “Roo”, “Grace” or “Ivanhoe” would then transport the fruit to the markets at Brisbane.
The jetty at Old House Point was demolished during WWII.
My father, Fred, conducted the passenger service around the islands to Redland Bay on the “Winifred”, a 36 footer built by the Tripconys. It had an 18″ draught, and copper bottom. The route, once marked on the old Shell maps of the bay, was from Redland Bay to Karragarra, to Macleay, to Lamb, to the other end of Karragarra, then past Old House Point on Russell to the Russell Island jetty. In those days, this involved a trip through the “W” s, a series of mud banks between Redland Bay and Russell. To negotiate them required a certain amount of mariner skills. Nowadays they have been dredged out, thus making navigation much easier.
On July 1, 1914, my grandfather, John Willes, had been appointed Russell Island’s first postmaster. For a payment of £6/-/- per year, his duty was to pick up the mail from Redland Bay every Saturday and bring it back to the islands. After John’s death, my father, Fred Willes, took over on July 1, 1916.
When I was old enough, Dad gave me a little job to help with the mail service. The mail service was then twice a week, and every Wednesday and Saturday at 8 am he went to Redland Bay for the mail, returning at 3 pm with the mailbags for all the islands. My job, which I could not get out of doing for years, was to go to Tom Jackson’s (a relation of the sawmilling family) and collect his private mail bag. People who had private bags had to pay extra for the service. The others had to come to the Post Office at our shop to collect their mail. The bags would be hanging at the top of the stairs or else the wife would be waving it at me. I’d pick up their bag and deliver incoming bags. Most of the time I’d run the distance on foot, but at others I’d use a horse. We had two horses which ran wild on the island, Paddy and Pattie. I’d ride Pattie who would often bolt and leave me behind as I dismounted to open the gate. I gave that away and bought a push-bike. The Salways family also had a private bag, which my brother collected on horseback.
My family grew bananas, and also watermelons which Fred took down to the markets at Southport. On one occasion, while sailing down alone with a boat fully laden with melons, he fell overboard. Fortunately, he grabbed one of the ropes and was able to haul himself back on board. It was all just part of the day’s work then!
Fred donated the land for the Church of England on the island. Although the building was primarily a church, the altar could be shut off with sliding doors, and the hall used for dances etc. I was only very small at the time it was built but I swear that I saw them put money (pound notes) under one of the stumpcaps. Once, a rival shop opened up to catch the dances, but Fred objected to this competition for his shop. Because he had donated the land to the church, his rival was forced to shut shop. Fred must have had a bit of pull on the island.
Sickness was a problem. The nearest ambulance had to come from Wynnum. Often in an emergency (and they were usually at night), Dad would be woken up take a sick islander to Redland Bay. Being the Postmaster, he would phone the Wynnum ambulance to come to the Redland Bay jetty to meet his boat there.
In the early days of the school, a couple of kids from one of the other islands boarded with my mother at our house on Russell. Then old Sam Hall began to run his little put-put around the surrounding islands to pick up the kids for the school. He would drop them home again in the afternoons. Eileen Willes was the island’s first schoolteacher. She was uncle William’s daughter.
Mount Cotton used to conduct floral competitions which Russell Island school used to enter. We kids would be given the day off to pick wildflowers which were sent over to Mount Cotton for the competition. Quite often, we’d win. Although I attended the Russell Island school for a while, Dad thought it unsuitable for me, possibly because he wanted me to be a minister, and I was later sent to Windsor state school and then to Churchie, after the Scholarship Examination.
August 1, 1994
Extract from ‘Moreton Bay People – The Complete Collection’.
(To be continued)