"In the beginning"

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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

“Holtieshouses”

BP Cavendish Road


Fork Street Coorparoo


As I set out on a new adventure, with the lady I loved but without the children I loved, there were obviously mixed emotions.

Julie and I arrived in Brisbane with only a vauge idea that we should use our skills somehow to make a living.

I had spent the major part of my life in the motor trade and Julie had office skills also associated with the motor trade.

I also had a good relationship with BP, so we applied for, and got, a service station to lease in suburban Brisbane, this venture and the renovation of the house we bought filled in the next three years.

We also had my kids for visits during school holidays, so in fact the time flew by and we were quite successful and happy in our new life.

Our trading hours were 7am to 6 pm Mon to Frid and 7 am to 12-30 pm on Sat, so this left us with some time available for pleasure and renovations.

We inherited two employee’s when we leased BP Cavendish Road, these two became friends rather than just employee’s.

There was a spate of petrol strikes during this time, twice we took advantage of the fact that we had no fuel to sell, left Noel and George in charge and drove 1000 miles (each way) to Victoria to visit Julie’s family and my kids for a few days.

John Street Rosewood

Another one I haven't been able to find a photo of!!

After the success we had at Bp Cav. Rd. we began to look around for a freehold service station from which we could make a living and a capital gain when we sold out.

The chosen location was at Rosewood, about 40 miles west of Brisbane, it consisted of the service station, a couple of large sheds, and a house all on a large block of land in the main street of town.

The site had been developed and operated for 12 years by a man in his late 50s, he had long since soured of dealing with the general public and was now regarded as a bit of a nut case.

We estimated that if we offered good service and really looked after our customers we would be able to build the site to acceptable levels in about 12 months.

In fact within 3 weeks of taking over we had about 80% of the town business, so in next to no time we had exceeded our target set for 12 months.

While we were here my number two son Marcus came to live with us as his mother was having some discipline problems with him.

Marcus spent four years with us and returned to Perth a changed lad and a delight to both his parents, meanwhile our next move was approaching fast as we had found a buyer for the business.

6 comments:

bubba said...

I like the vechicle in the picture. What was it?

Peter said...

Hi Bubba, that was our "Shop Ute" a 1956 model Holden FJ utility.
Holden is the Australian General Motors manufacturing company, it started just after world war 2 in 1948 and is still going strong here.
The lovely lady is my ex wife Julie.

Big Dave T said...

Your comment about scarce Petrol there reminds me of one of my favorite movies, The Road Warrior. Hope it never gets THAT bad.

Hoss had some kind things to say about you today. But I already knew you to be a very funny poster here. Funniest Aussie since Yahoo Serious maybe

kenju said...

Continue the story, Peter, I am enjoying it. I also saw Hoss's comments, but I had already seen the emoticons here - and I laughed too.

Peter said...

Hi Dave, being compared to Yahoo Serious has to be a put down for one of us, not sure which one!

Hi Judy, like all good theatre there are some tears coming up, but I guess it all sorta works out in the end.

Marcus said...

Yes I did come to live with you.
Yes I did leave a changed lad.
Yes those are some of the best years of my childhood, but although it may have felt like 4, it was only 3, 1975-1977. The house at Rosewood holds many special memories, probably the best of them being the famous mousse fight, worth a post of it's own almost. The shed out the back that the upholsterer rented for a while, playing soccer in the backyard, Greenie's old holden, the table tennis games and trying to beat Julie, the Christmas parties and the day the snake slithered in the back door of the service station.ffbriv