THE SEVEN AGES
an idyllic childhood in country New South Wales during the 1920s and 1930s, Cec
Coleman was fortunate enough to experience the very best of country life before
he was sent away to school at the tender of age of eleven years old.
The Seven Ages of Me, Cec recounts with great humour his experiences away
from family and home. He paints a picture of his life from his early
recollections at the time of World War II and his career in the navy, to his
highly successful legal career spanning two decades. Replete with witty
observations and honest insights as a young man learning about life, love and
career, Cec also paints a colourful and vivid snapshot of a way of life in
now almost forgotten.
with honest and intelligent observation, The Seven Ages of Me is at
times, laugh-out-loud funny and an enthralling read.
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Genre: Non Fiction/Biography
Publisher: Poseidon Books
Date Published: 2007
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mother and father, Mum and Dad, had only two things in common; they were both
sired by alcoholic fathers (and consequently abhorred alcohol) and they were
both adventurous spirits. These common traits probably account for some of my
misadventures. As they matured, the responsibilities of motherhood subdued
Mums adventurous urges and Dads pecuniary and social ambitions softened
his hatred of the demon drink. In the 1940s they ceased to share a bed.
was born in
in 1894. Her father owned a pub and, I gathered from what she said, drank most
of the profits. She lived in
with her mother, two sisters and three brothers. It follows that her father
must have lived with them for some time, or, at least visited. The household was
very Church of England and strictly Victorian. She went to what she referred to
as grammar school where they taught the basic three Rs, but more
importantly, they taught the girls how to be a good wives and mothers, just
lie back and think of England.
favourite sibling and best friend was her brother, Cecil, after whom I was
named. He was two years younger than Mum. In 1914 when she was twenty and he was
eighteen, they were about to escape together to the colonies when World War I
broke out. His Victorian upbringing gave him no alternative but to do his duty;
fight and die for King and country. So, she caught a ship (in steerage) to
. He joined the Royal Marines and was killed in the first major naval battle,
the Battle of Jutland. Mum wandered around for a while in
working as a shop assistant and nurses aid until she met and married Dad in
was born in
in 1899. His mother owned and operated a pub, which was located 75 miles out of
Winton on the
. His father drank as much of the profits as his mother would allow. I never got
the full story behind their union but the most convincing one is that she was
the daughter of an officer in the British Army in
. He was a groom who looked after her fathers horse. He was a bit of a
charmer, they fell in love and eloped to
, bought the hotel (I like to think with some inheritance that she, being a
person of class, had stashed away) and produced five kids, three sons (the
second being Dad) and two daughters.
life is well chronicled in the library at Bourke. He had no formal education. At
the age of twelve he started work as a groom with Cobb and Co. there were
still coaches operating under that name in northern
until 1920, even though the company folded in 1911. Over the next two years he
worked as a drover, a well borer, a horse breaker and a station hand. At the age
of fourteen he returned to Cobb and Co. as a coach driver and at the age of
seventeen he was appointed overseer of the Winton and Longreach districts.
Dad was eighteen he and his older brother secured a number of mail and passenger
runs along the routes formerly serviced by Cobb and Co.
early period of his life was not without excitement. One night he evaded being
speared by aborigines only because of the bush knowledge and guile of an older
friend. On another occasion, he swam for a whole day across a flooded river to
get help for many people stranded on the other side.
was twenty-two when he married Mum. He had lived so much in his short life that
she didnt question his age. She thought that he was about thirty-five. She
was twenty-seven at the time.
and Dad travelled around for about a year, looking for somewhere to settle. Mum
said she would join him in any business so long as it wasnt a hotel. They
finally settled in Bourke, where they went into the garage business. My older
sister, Myrtle, was born in 1922.
At First the Infant
At first the infant
and puking in the nurses arms
entered this world at Bourke in the northwest of
New South Wales
on the 23rd of March, 1926. Insofar as I had a nurse, it was Dulcie,
who looked after me when Mum had to be elsewhere. Mum described her as a nice
years later I saw a photo of Dulcie as a bride. She was gorgeous. I am sure that
the handsome young man standing beside her in the photo found better things to
do in Dulcies arms than mewl and puke.
first became conscious of my surroundings at the age of three. Our home was a
cottage behind and attached to Dads garage. It had one bedroom (occupied, of
course, by Mum and Dad) a sitting room and a kitchen. All rooms opened onto a
gauzed-in veranda. Myrt and I slept at one end of the veranda and the dining
area was at the other end. An iron shed at the back fence served as a bathroom,
laundry and toilet. An iron fence divided our backyard from the driveway to the
rear entrance of the garage.
understand that the big benefit of living in these surroundings was that we had
a supply of electricity from the generator in the garage.
that this mattered much to me, because when I was four years old an enterprising
businessman built a power station on the corner of Glen and Mitchell Streets.
While this was happening, poles were going up and wires were being strung all
over town. Then one night the whole population took to the streets and there
were great celebrations as the lights came on and electricity was available to
these exciting things were happening, Bonnie was being born. Dad built a new
house on the corner of Glen and Oxley Streets and we moved to what was to be my
permanent childhood home. It was the essence of the modern, country home of the
day. It had two smallish bedrooms, a box room (probably where the domestic would
have slept, if we had one, but we used it for storing things), a big kitchen
where meals were both prepared and eaten, a large lounge room (with open
fireplace) and a large, formal dining room with highly-polished furniture for
use only when we had special
were wide, gauzed verandas all around. These were the accepted sleeping quarters
for children. Mum and Dad occupied the main bedroom while the second bedroom was
kept ready for guests. At one end of the veranda on which our beds were located
was a small bathroom with a woodchip heater and bathtub. There was no shower. At
the other end of that veranda was a large cupboard where our clothes were kept.
The laundry was quite a large room off the kitchen. The toilet was, of course,
at the back fence.
bought the vacant block next door and put a tennis court on it. He also
constructed two monstrous steel poles with wires strung between. This structure
served as a radio aerial that enabled us to get radio reception from the ABC
(2BL) and the commercial station in
this happened in the years of the Great Depression. There was no doubt in the
minds of the townsfolk that the Colemans were rich.
was a dynamic character. As I have said elsewhere, his achievements are well
chronicled and I will only refer to them here to the extent that they affected
my life and my doings.
and I were not close mates. I didnt see enough of him for that. When he was
at home he would leave for the garage at seven-thirty, come home for lunch, then
go back to the garage until seven at night. On Saturday nights he would go back
after tea and stay open until midnight . He bought a garage in Brewarrina and
would spend a few days a week there. He had the General Motors franchise. This
gave him the sole right to sell Buicks, Chevrolets and Pontiacs, which were the
most popular cars of the day (at least, they were popular among the people who
could afford to buy new cars).
or his salesman would travel around the cattle stations in the district if he
thought the owners might be interested in buying a new car. This often resulted
in a trip to
to pick up a new car for the customer. He would then drive it back the 512
miles to Bourke at a speed not exceeding thirty miles per hour to break it in.
at least two, but maybe three, occasions he took me to
with him. He left me to my own devices while he attended to business. I found
my way around town quite well. Only once did I require the help of a policeman
to find my way back to the Masonic Club.
1929 Dad spent some time in
at Mascot, where he gained his commercial pilots licence. He bought a Gypsy
Moth, but as this only had room for one passenger, he traded it in for a
Genairco Moth, the first wholly built Australian aircraft, which had
accommodation for two passengers or three small ones. The registration number of
this plane was VH-UOG and, I am told, was always referred to by four-year-old me
as oh-gee! Many an exciting hour was spent by me in that aircraft. Much to
Mums horror, I would tell her how we looped and side slipped and dived. After
a while, Dad suggested it would be best if I didnt tell her these things. So,
after that I just told her that wed had a nice flight.
before he sold the plane in 1934 and gave up flying (I think it was because of
his deteriorating eyesight), he took me into the rear cockpit with him. After he
had warmed up the engine, he said, Right son, you take her up. He taxied
down the runway, turned into the wind and got up some speed. By that time, Id
been up with him often enough to know that the aircraft tells you when it is
ready to take off. So, when I got that feeling I yelled,
Now Dad? He nodded and smiled. I pulled the joystick back slowly as I had
seen him do many times.
soared smoothly into the air and he said, I couldnt have done better
myself. I was so pleased with myself that I wanted to tell the world, but he
said, Dont tell anyone about this Cec, especially your mother. And I
was always encouraging me to do adventurous things without parental supervision,
such as fishing, swimming, horse riding and bike riding. I was also encouraged
to camp out overnight in the bush. He was generous to a fault with toys and
sporting equipment. I was never without a Meccano set or other educational toys.
Nor did I ever lack sporting equipment, particularly a quality cricket bat and
ball, a football and a tennis racket. I always had a pushbike of the right size,
starting with a little red ten-inch two-wheeler when I was five years old. I
hasten to add that this generosity was not limited to his family, but extended
far and wide, particularly where children were involved. I think this may have
resulted from his own deprived childhood. His pet charity was The Far West
Childrens Health Scheme, to which he devoted an enormous amount of money,
energy and time.
was also generous with Mum, insisting that she had all mod cons. She had an
electric range and oven (she preferred the old fuel one), an electric iron
(which she did appreciate after having used the ones that she had to continually
reheat on the fuel stove), an electric toaster and an electric jug. He also
tried to replace the ice chest with an electric refrigerator but the original
couldnt cope with Bourkes heat and needed to be continually wrapped in wet
towels and bags. Thus, the old ice chest lived on side by side with its modern
pride and joy was his radio, a monstrous piece of furniture that to me resembled
a robot. It had a handle on each side which I believed were its ears. The front
displayed tuning and volume knobs (its eyes) and below them was a big circular
station selector (its nose). Below that was some gauze which covered the
speaker. That was the robots mouth. Many a happy hour was spent sitting
around the robot, but more of that later.
Dad was the natural product of his deprived childhood and adventurous youth, Mum
was the enigma of hers. Once settled in Bourke, her childhood conditioning took
command and she became the essence of the dutiful housewife. All meals,
including lunch, were laboriously thought out, prepared and ready on time. Our
house was always sparkling clean and tidy. Our clothes were washed and ironed.
Monday was washing day and Tuesday was ironing day. On Saturday friends came to
play tennis and that had to be properly catered for. On Sundays she went to
church (Communion in the morning and Evensong and Address at night).
the local minister would be invited for dinner, which, on Sundays, was in the
middle of the day. At 11am I would be packed off to Sunday school. As I
obediently got religion I would envy my mates playing cricket on the vacant
block behind our house. I solved this problem by realizing that if I became
confirmed I could go to Communion and free up the rest of the day. This I did,
and at the age of nine became the youngest confirmee ever in the parish. This
ploy was both a success and a failure, because although I solved the cricket
problem it was considered that my soprano voice would be of benefit to the adult
choir, with the consequence that I had to attend choir practice on Thursday
evenings and Evensong and Address on Sundays.
we needed Mum she always seemed to be around. Quite often she was around when we
wished she wasnt, particularly when we were doing something naughty. I recall
an occasion when I tried to entice the daughter of a guest at a tennis party to
adjourn with me to the toilet. Mum moved from the tennis court to the toilet at
the speed of light.
hated the social side of the life, that Dad, as a prominent citizen, revelled
in. But she would always accompany him when required. The one and only time that
she refused to be involved was when she, as town mayoress, was supposed to have
the opening dance with the State Governor at the ball to celebrate his visit for
Bourkes centenary. She had never danced in her life and she was not
going to make a fool of herself especially in the vice-regal presence.
modesty was Victorian in the extreme. She never left the house unless she was
fully dressed (including hat, bag and gloves). She never donned a swimsuit and
consequently never went swimming, even though we spent most of the summer
, often at
yet, for all this apparent conservatism, she never once tried to stop me from
undertaking adventurous pursuits, even when they involved some danger, such as
getting on the back of a frisky horse or swimming unsupervised in the
. Maybe this was at Dads request, or maybe she remembered her own youth.
had two siblings, Myrtle (Myrt) who was four years older than I and Bonnie (Bon)
who was four years younger. Some wag was heard to say that Mum and Dad only
did it every four years.
dont remember a great deal about Myrt in this stage of my life. The age gap
was a bit too wide for us to have common interests and she went off to boarding
in 1935. I do remember though that she used to mother and protect me.
one occasion, we were riding our bikes together when a town bully, about the
same age as she was, pushed me off my bike. Without any hesitation, she jumped
off her bike and went for him with her fists swinging. I remember hearing crack
crack as she got him twice. He ran off howling and with his nose
bleeding. He never attacked me again. Myrt was left with two badly-skinned
fists. Mum admonished her, telling her that girls shouldnt get into street
fights. I jumped in and said, Mum, if she hadnt, Id be dead by now!
terminated the admonishment. I was most surprised when Myrt took me aside later
and thanked me for,
sticking up for her.
from that one occasion I remember Myrt as a quiet, gentle, well-mannered person
who liked making clothes for and dressing up her dolls, helping Mum do the
household chores and generally being a typical girl.
was a different kettle of fish. She was what was then known as a tomboy. She was
very bright and much more mature than other kids of her age. She preferred
playing with boys rather than girls and wasnt the slightest bit interested in
dolls or like feminine pursuits. Her forte was marbles. At a very early age she
knew the language. She talked fluently of louses, deuces, specs
and bonkers. When she had nothing else to do, she would put a couple of
dozen marbles in a bag and say, Im going to Perrys to win some
marbles. The reference to Perry was Perry Hales whose father owned the
towns biggest general store and who was reputed to be very wealthy. Perry was
considered by all to be a bit of a sissy. A few hours later Bon would come home
with her bag overflowing with Perrys marbles, which she would assure us she
fair and square. This was one of Dads favourite phrases.
didnt care much for good manners and she showed respect for few people. One
Sunday we had the diocesan bishop for dinner. In keeping with the importance and
solemnity of the occasion, Mum had got out the best crockery and cutlery and set
up the table in the dining room. She had even bought two chickens, which were a
special delicacy back then. There were the usual vegetables and Mum knew that
the bishop liked butter on his vegies, even though they were roasted in fat.
There was accordingly a crystal dish of neatly cut butter squares in front of
the place occupied by the bishop. Dad carved and dished up the chicken and the
vegie dishes did the rounds. The bishop gently sliced his potatoes and carrots
and applied lashings of butter. There was a temporary lull in conversation while
everyone watched the bishops butter turn into yellow oil and run into the
liked the look of this and said in a loud demanding voice, Chuck over the
butter Bishoh! In the deadly silence that followed, my attempt to hide my
amusement failed. Then the bishops face broke into a smile and everyone
laughed. From there on, the dinner was a success. This, however, did not stop
Bon from getting a severe tongue lashing later on. I think that Bon was about
five-years-old at the time.
learned to swim at a very early age. She claimed that Dad had thrown her into
deep water and said, Swim or drown. I didnt, and still dont believe
that he would use those words and I know that he would have been there had she
got into difficulty. Bon and I swam together in the river a lot and she also
joined my friends and I on our bike rides. She excelled at sport and was always
near the top of her class at school.