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Sydney Real Estate Agent Christine Watson Reveals her Adelaide Past (Expose part 2)

by Marquette Turner

in Expose, Features, Marquette Turner

Schooling in Goolwa was quite different, although probably normal when living in the country. With 4 classrooms and 4 teachers, including the Headmaster, each classroom had between two to three classes in each room and some of those classes only had 5 or 6 students. I thought this was normal schooling for a long time.

I was very fortunate (and perhaps sometimes unfortunate) to attend a number of schools throughout South Australia and each and everyone holds good and bad memories.


My Dad was the football coach for Goolwa Primary School. He had been a competitive player for the North Adelaide Football Club, one of the major league teams in South Australia, in Australian Rules, our (then) dominant sport.

Given that I grew up with the boys in Goolwa, I had learned to kick a football just like them. I was as good a footballer as they were, so why couldn’t I play on the school team – I’m sure you know the answer – because I was a girl. My Dad and I had many an argument over this.


After my Grandmother’s husband died while in the Goolwa Hotel, it was time to move on. My parents, loving the area we lived in, not to mention my brother David and I thought it was the best place in the world, the hotel was sold and we moved across the road to a store offering fresh foods, fresh vegetables and bread, groceries and all the other things that a kid can buy in a lolly shop. It was a 7 day week business, so it’s success came at a cost.

My Dad would drive to the Adelaide Markets 3 times a week to purchase fresh fruit and vegetables and then drive to Victor Harbour (about 30 kms down the coast) to collect the order from the bakery – different types of breads, and my all time favourites “finger buns and kitchener buns”.

Going to the Adelaide markets to buy fresh fruit and vegetables meant my Dad left home around 2.30am-3.00am. He would drive for about an hour, shop, and then drive home. As a kid on school holidays, I often did this trip with him. It was so special.

My Dad would allow me to sit in the driver’s seat and drive the car. I learned to drive a car in the dark, totally under age, with a 3 geared column shift. How cool was I. Did anyone else do this?

Given that my parents owned the only store serving sandwiches, my brother David and I came home for lunch everyday from school. We always sat with the other kids who were allowed to go “to the shops” to buy their food at lunch time. It was quite special – we were the “kids to know”. Our lunch was always healthy and we were always allowed to have a few “honeybears” as sweets.

Christine Watson

Marquette Turner Luxury Homes

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