Eternal return to the place of my youth, Fort Street Girls High School on Observatory Hill. The mythological locale we lusted after over at the co-ed old boys school campus in Petersham. My aunt Russ Aroney was an Old Girl, one of the first voices I heard as a babe in London. She was an old world nurse, tough love, a socialist, suffragette, with starched whites. A second mother to my mamma Stamatia, who would follow in her footsteps.
Climbing the stairs of the old girls school each day, I read the lead light phase we all sang as teenagers, in our anthem: faber est suae quisque fortunae… In these uncertain times it brings a notalgic comfort.
Everyone is the artisan of his own fortune
“On this day in 1932 the Sydney Harbour Bridge opened to the public. Fort Street Girls High School was the first in the procession across the Sydney Harbour Bridge at its official opening 16th March 1932 (NSW State Archives and Records).
@LostFortStreet FB – Iain Wallace
The pendulum on the grandfather clock outside the Principals office chimes each hour, an incessant reminder that time is passing.
Today it could have been another beautiful day on Sydney harbour, but the unfolding dramatic changes have not been seen since the war. My heart goes out to my colleagues doing it tough.
The spectral ghosts of our past haunt these corridoors but it feels comforting.