Mum hangs up our washing outside our Nissen hut at the Wacol Hostel in 1965.
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Re using your photo in a local history book – including Wacol
Would you send me a version at 300 dpi?
See my email some days ago ….
Hope you can help
Vicki Mynott
Richlands Inala History Group
Hi Neil,
I’m a griffith uni student doing an photo essay on Wacol Migrant Hostel as a part of my final year of a history major and I found your blog as part of my research, I was hoping I could use some of your images from Wacol in my essay.
If this is ok (which i truly hope it is) all i need to know is how you would like them titled, Ennis family photos? something simple and i will of course reference your blog, unless you would specifically like the individuals in each photo named in the essay, i would require nothing else but your permission. please let me know via email if this is ok.
hope to hear from you
Courtney
i was at wacol 1951 when we emigrated from england we went sydney would ther be anybody around from that era if soi would like to make comtact
Hi Ian. Do you have any photos of your time at Wacol? The Australian National Archives has a photo collection on Flickr. If you share your photos there, you might get in touch with former wacol migrants.
I was at Wacol Hostel in 1963/64 with my parents – I was only 6 at the time and stayed in one of those awful huts as we used to call them back then. I remember having semolina for dessert, which was disgusting and I also remember there being a little church on the site. I also remember being chased by the biggest goanna I have ever seen (still till this day). We used to attend Darra Convent..as I remember we would walk or catch a bus from the hostel. We spent christmas 1963 on the camp. I remember my mother telling me about the cockroaches in the tiny little room that the 6 of us had to cram into. Not such great memories…..I do have a beautiful photo of my mother standing near the bush on the hostel..she was only 31. My family (siblings) are going to travel back to Scotland together for a 50year reunion in 2013 (next year)….
Hi Grace
Thanks for sharing your memories.
Did you stay in the wooden huts or the metal (Nissen) huts?
Neil
My parents and I came from Agrentina 30 yrs ago today and stayed at the Wacol Migrant Hostel for a couple of months 1982. My parents say they hated their time there, cramped conditions, very primitive but despite this, helpful on first arrival to a new land. I was sent off to school/ kindy on a bus all day and my parents attended English classes. We all ate together in a hall and had to share toilets which were not kept clean at all. I believe this was very hard for a young couple coming from such a big city like Buenos Aires but they were so thankful to be looked after by the new govenrment. My parents made some good friendships there which helped them adjust into society in Brisbane once they left Wacol. All in all the memories are held close to the heart, and just glad they are now Australians!
I was born in Brisbane to an English father and a New Zealand mother who settled in Darra 45 years ago and still live in the same house on the other side of Centenary Highway from Wacol hostel. We weren’t wealthy but I remember every Easter as a child I would receive more Easter eggs than I could eat and my mother (who grew up in orphanages) would suggest that we take the extra treats to the hostel. We regularly took clothing and toys that I’d grown out of to the migrant hostel
As a kid I felt sorry for the migrants especially the other kids, some of whom I would walk home from Darra Convent School with. I wonder if they found a happy life here and if our small gifts were appreciated or resented.
wow.
I moved to Australia from Scotland in 1964 with my family to Wacol Hostel/moved to Inala for a few years then moved to nth of Brisbane. Wacol still holds some of the best and happy memories for our family. I travelled home to Scotland in 2008 but will always call Australia home.
Moira