Mum had really long hair when she was in her teens, but when she was about 18yrs old, she thought it was time to get it cut off. It was a lot of hard work to maintain and it was not easy in the mornings with her and all her siblings trying to get ready for work. She walked to the Dandy Beauty Salon which was located in Foster Street, Dandenong and off it went. Above is a photo that shows the hairdresser cutting it and it was even put onto the front page of 'The Dandenong Journal' on 9th January 1963. Unfortunately, they spelt Mum's name and her address wrong. She kept her locks for quite a while and I can remember that she showed me once, but it's now gone or so she says.
Mum told me that when she took the walk to the Salon she had to walk past the Hammond Road Bridge and there were workmen there staring at her admiring her long locks, but after she walked back after her hair was all gone, they stared at her differently like what did you do. Mum had thought the same and was devastated that her beautiful hair was gone.
Some of the other photos are from a camera Mum had bought herself with money that she had saved. She bought it from a Pharmacy that was near the corner of Lonsdale and Foster Street, Dandenong. It could have been Titcher's Pharmacy. My boys, Sam and Luke were pretty impressed thinking that their Nonna had invented the 'selfie' judging by one of these photo's as it was taken over 50 years ago.
Mum's family home was at 30 Haresta Avenue, Dandenong south. It was a light blue wooden house that would be filled with lots of precious memories. In this street would be where Mum would be introduced to my Dad, Luca Cannito who was also an Italian Migrant. One day, Dad finally got the courage to come over to Mum's house and ask my Nonno if he could take her out. They weren't allowed to go anywhere, but one day they walked to the local Milk bar which was on Kirkham Road. One of her brothers closely watching her take that walk down Haresta Avenue. Mum told me that Dad had bought her a vanilla choc wedge which was so cute.
Mum tells me that before she had met my Dad, a few family and friends drove down to a beach side town known as Cowes, Phillip Island. Back then, the bridge to cross over to the beach was wooden and creaky and a little scary. They all had a great day with a picnic near the beach.
Phillip Island would eventually become one of our summer holiday destinations in years to come. When we were kids, we would go up every year for the Christmas break. Dad and Mum loved it so much and as we had made lots of precious memories there, they decided to buy a little unit in Chapel Street, Cowes.
When Dad retired, they would go up there for months at a time to enjoy the sun and time together. They loved being near the water. They had a favourite spot on the beach near the bottom of the stairs as it had both sun and shade and they would stay out there for hours. Dad would tan easily as he had beautiful olive skin, but Mum would have to work a little harder to get that colour.