Our family moved from Dixon Street to Campden Road over the Christmas period at the end of 1938. At some time during the previous late summer or early autumn two incidents stand out in my mind from one sunny Sunday.

The first was in the morning, when I have a brief memory of riding my tiny tricycle (solid metal wheels with pedals attached to the front wheel) in the road at the junction of Dixon Street and Deacon Street close to the rear entrance to the Radnor Street municipal cemetery. I remember realising that it would not be safe to attempt to go down Deacon Street (quite a steep hill) on my brakeless tricycle.

Later that same day my father took my brother and me to see the place where our new house was being built. I don't remember the journey there, but I think it must have been by bus because I have a strong memory of my brother, then just over one year old, sitting within the wall-less boundaries of the house in what I think must have been a convertible high chair. I believe it was constructed basically of metal tubing, and painted white. It was certainly designed to provide a low seat on small wheels with a play tray on the front with a stiff wire carrying a line of coloured wooden beads.

I understood by then that if one was in a wheeled vehicle on a flat surface, then in order to make it move it was necessary either to have pedals to move the wheels directly, or to push on some external object. I was therefore very puzzled by the fact that my brother was able to move (slowly) forward simply by jerking his body without his feet touching the ground! I remember this puzzle took my interest more than the site of the house-to-be did!

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