Thanks to an email from Alexandra Starling in Australia I have added siblings to the Reid category regarding my Grandfather George Albert Reid.

This was a very exciting revelation for me and many, many thanks to Sandie for her kind contribution.

More backtracking…when Dad left Sydney in the late 1940’s he decided he needed a new name, he always felt that Reid was bad luck to him, so he changed his name to George Raymond. I do not know how he decided on this name but it stuck and I even went through school under then name Raymond. I was 18 before I learned my real name was Reid.

The 1980’s brought high’s and the deepest low’s to Dad. By 1982, at the age of 70, he was almost fully retired when in May of that year he suffered a near fatal aneurysm. All his life, unaware, he had been carrying around in his right temporal lobe a tangled mess of blood vessels and they simply burst. He very nearly died. He recovered but his health was never the same; a heavy smoker all his adult life he had been diagnosed with emphysema in 1977 and this only exacerbated it. He really did recover well, against all the doctors expectations – he was a real fighter – but was left impaired by periodical fits and a fast progressing lung disease. In 1984 Mum and Dad sold the house in North Manly and moved to Gosford.

In Gosford Dad had to take things easy…and he hated it. He did what gardening he could, bought some hens, and sat outside in the garden working on his tan. He loved to listen to the John Laws Show each day and then watch the Ray Martin Show at Midday. He saw a lot of old friends on that show…Ricky May, Barry Sandford, Jan Adele, Lucky Grills and Johnny Nichol.

The fits came more frequently, he was on 12 pills a day, and often sat with an oxygen mask on his face. One day in June 1988 he sat down at the phone and started calling up as many people as he had phone numbers for…just for a chat. He then started trying to track down people he had known many years before, friends from his days in Brisbane and the Gold Coast…even back in old Auburn. A few he managed to contact…most had since passed away.  It was around this time that he sat me down to talk with me.  He looked at my two children aged two and nine months playing on the carpet…he loved his grandchildren and even called my two year old son, Patrick, the golden boy. He asked me to promise that Mum would never be left alone after he was gone, I promised that she would not. This shocked me as he never spoke like this.

Early July Dad took ill, seriously ill. He was admitted to Gosford Hospital where he suffered one seizure too many, and the emphysema had really taken hold. He had always said, on previous hospital visits, that when they put you in a room on your own you are as good as finished.  This is what they did. And, unbelievably, his room was room number 13. Mum said she had never known a hospital to have a room numbered 13 for obvious reasons…

On the 15th July Dad had deteriorated and was mostly comatose. I sat with him that evening before I went off to work. His hair, always so thick and luxuriant, was tangled and messy. He had always been such a vain man, so conscious of his appearance, so I brushed it well and applied some cream to his dried parched lips – a result of the oxygen mask on his face. I kissed him and told him how much I loved him and that I would be back in the morning to see him.

He died just after midnight, in the earliest hour of July 16th 1988.  Even though we had all prepared ourselves for so long for this time, it still came as a shock.  Dad always loved the American comedian Jack Benny. Two days after his death a Jack Benny documentary was being shown on TV…I went to pick up the phone to call Dad to tell him about it, only to realise he was no longer there to tell. Even today, nearly twenty years later, I still have to pinch myself to remind myself that he is gone.

Dad had a wonderful life; exciting, varied, full…he adored his family and he loved his career. He loved applause. He was dynamic, flamboyant, generous to a fault…sensitive,difficult, moody…cranky sometimes. He was funny, with the driest wit I have ever encountered. He loved animals and flowers. But above all else Dad had the life he wanted – he always did everything his way.

Above: Dad pictured 1983.

In 1956 Dad and Mum moved down to Sydney, first living at Northbridge. It was about this time that Dad received news from Brisbane that his mother, Bernice, had died. They then bought a house in High Street Willoughby in 1958. During this time Dad established himself around Sydney as a solo cabaret act; also in 1959 Dad and Mum both had small roles in the 1959 film Summer of the Seventeenth Doll appearing alongside Ernest Borgnine, Sir John Mills, Angela Lansbury and Anne Baxter. Mum said their scenes were filmed at the Atranza Studios, later called the ABC studios, in French’s Forest north of Sydney. Dad and Mum then regularly toured rural NSW with the ‘Rick and Thel Show’ as part of the tour troupe headed by the popular Australian country music husband & wife duo in 1960/61.

Dad established himself as a successful act, fiddle player/comedian/compere, in the clubs and nightspots of Sydney in the 1960’s. He often had regular spots at the Silver Spade Room in the Chevron Hotel at Kings Cross as well as Chequers, and worked with international artists such as Ethel Merman, Tony Martin and Nat King Cole. After I was born in 1962, and then my sister in 1965, Dad was at the height of his career and sometimes took us, along with Mum, on tours taking in many towns of rural NSW as well as Victoria where he played at the Hampton Hotel in Brighton for two weeks as the headlining act. In the 60’s he also appeared on In Melbourne Tonight hosted by Graham Kennedy.

In 1971, after we had moved to North Manly, Dad signed on with the Australian Broadcasting Corporation to tour Vietnam with fellow entertainers to do shows for the soldiers in places like Vung Tau. I remember the whole band coming to rehearse in our house just before they left…what a day that was, the house literally shook with music! during the rest of the 70’s Dad regularly worked the clubs of Sydney and NSW but towards to late 70’s complained about the work slowing down due to the clubs’ new practice of importing second rate acts from the UK…those which we saw on the Royal Command Performance on TV. The club managers claimed that audiences wanted to see more acts from abroad. In 1972 Dad was compering a show at a club in Sydney and introduced to the audience a new act; a young woman from Galga with a beautiful voice…Julie Anthony. Dad often worked on cruises; the Orsova, Arcadia, Fairstar among many. Sometimes he took a drop in salary in return for taking us along with him and having an A deck family suite cabin.

In 1973 Dad’s friend, the country music legend Tex Morton, asked him to play the fiddle part on a new song he was recording about the 1972 Melbourne Cup winner Gunsynd. The song was called ‘The Goondiwindi Grey’ and was a number one chart hit. I sat in on that recording at the old EMI studios in Sydney on a rainy day in 1973. It was during the late 70’s that Dad got back into acting and appeared in many TV commercials and series such as Certain Women. In 1979 Dad declared himself semi-retired and wished to devote more of his time to his gardening and had even set up a nursery called the Willow Glen Nursery at our home at North Manly. He bought his first plants for the venture from a young bloke named Don Burke who ran a plant nursery at Terry Hills, north of Sydney. Trouble was Dad was such a devoted gardener that he fell in love with most of the plants he bought and subsequently could not bring himself to sell them!

Dad was born at Kogarah and then spent his childhood at at Auburn where he attended the primary school ‘whenever he felt like it‘ as he used to say. He was given his first violin by his mother at the age of eight and took lessons but preferred the modern style of the times – jazz, country/bluegrass. His very first job playing the fiddle at the age f 15 was standing in the foyer of the old Mayfair Theatre in Sydney and playing to patrons as they arrived for the movie matinee. He was drawn to showbusiness it seems from a young age and chose to make the stage his life. He joined a group calling themselves The Hillbilly Boys and they played regularly at venues such as the Old Tivoli in Sydney.

In 1937 at the age of 25 Dad married a girl, Hilda Fitton, and they had three children together: Faye, Pamela and Lawrence. Dad joined the RAF during the war and was based at Lithgow where he met several people who would become lifelong friends including Alec Cuthbertson (Cuthy) a jazz pianist. During the day Dad and his friends would carry out their usual duties and at night they would meet in the Mess for music and Jamming sessions.

After the war Dad felt extremely restless and decided to pursue a career fulltime in showbusiness. In 1946 Dad played the role of Scottish aviator James Mollison in the Australian film about Sir Charles Kingsford Smith, ‘Smithy’ . It was just after this time that Dad decided to end his marriage to Hilda. This decision caused bad feeling between Dad and his father but nevertheless in 1948 Dad left his young family at Auburn and moved to Brisbane to become a professional entertainer. Dad’s father, George Albert Reid, died soon after. His mother Bernice remained living in the family home at Auburn.

Dad arrived in Brisbane at a time when the Gold Coast and Surfers Paradise was being developed as a holiday destination. He counted among his friends the local personality and property developer, Bernie Elsey. Dad played double bass in the band at the well known Cloudland Ballroom in Brisbane with Bill Smith (Bandleader) and Jack Thompson (piano). From 1950 onwards he lived in Surfers Paradise and played in a group at the Surfers Paradise Hotel with John Goldner (piano), Frank Sampson (clarinet) and John Sangster.

These were the halcyon days of the Gold Coast when families would come up from NSW and Victoria for their holidays; the well-heeled would stay at the hotel and the working man and his family would stay at one of the many guesthouses along the beach. Dad also said many high profile politicians made Surfers Paradise their refuge and would point them all out on the TV news saying…‘That bloke, he had a girlfriend in Surfers and a wife in Canberra’. Moving in the circles that he did Dad saw and heard enough to have penned a book or two regarding the activities of many politicians and prominent names who were supposedly family men…

Dad was a very handsome and charismatic man, very popular with the ladies and enjoyed a wide circle of friends from the well known to the infamous. In 1954 Dad met a young woman, June Hopkins, holidaying with some friends in Surfers from her NSW home town of Willoughby and who was doing some part time modelling as well. She caught his eye from the very start; 17 years younger than Dad, they made a very attractive couple and soon after June left her home in Willoughby and moved to the Gold Coast to live with Dad. June is my Mum.

In the photo is: My Dad, George Reynolds Reid (George Raymond), Mum June (Hopkins) Reid and me, Wendy, aged five. Photo is taken at Circular Quay Sydney 1967…

As the NSW Registry of BDM’s does not allow, at this time, online searches for births after 1907 I can only record the dates of births of those children born to Bernice and George before 1907…at this stage. Whilst I can however record each child born to the couple, rather than the date of birth I can only at this stage record their date of death as the deaths indexes are searchable online up to 1977. From what I know the children died not too long after birth, sometimes just months.

The children of Bernice and George Reid…

* George E – born 1901 Redfern, died 1902 Waterloo NSW

* Doris Bernice – born 1902 Waterloo, died 1994 Hobartville NSW

* Charles Wagner – born 1906 Newtown, died 1909 Kogarah

* William – died 1908, Newtown

* Alma – died 1908, Newtown (likely twin of William)

* Alice – died 1909, Kogarah

* Willie – died 1910 Hurstville

* Mary – died 1910 Hurstville (possible twin of Willie)

* Thomas – died 1911, Hurstville

* George Reynolds (my father) – born June 8th 1912 Kogarah, died July 16th 1988 Gosford NSW

* Micheal – died 1914, Hurstville

* James (Jimmy) – died 1918 aged 5/6 in scalding accident at home, Kogarah.

George A Reid died at Auburn 1948. Bernice died at hospital in Goodna, Brisbane Qld in 1955/56. 

I’m also looking for to fill out the gaps in my Mum’s Hopkins side (here paternal grandfather) and have ordered a birth certificate for her grandfather’s sister. It seems her grandfather’s, Patrick Hopkins, birth was not registered which was not uncommon in those days. Anyway, her birth cert will tell me what I need to know, and hopefully, will list all her siblings as well. I once wrote them all down back in the days when I sat in the library pouring over the microfiche machine but I seem to have misplaced that one very piece of writing that I need.

The internet certainly is a great innovation!.

My Grandfather, George Albert Reid, was born in Penrith, NSW, in 1866 to George Reid, a miner, and Charlotte E. Turner (married 1859, Penrith, NSW, Australia).

His siblings were:

Siblings: Susan b1862 died 1867 Penrith
Charlotte 1864-1867 Penrith
George 1866 Penrith (my grandfather)
Michael 1860 Penrith
Henry 1870 Patrick’s Plains
Henrietta 1875 ”
Alfred James 1879 Mudgee
Louisa 1884 Patricks Plains
H. George 1891 Newcastle
Hilda M 1894 Stockton

I only have information for now, going that far back, relating to my Dad’s grandmother Charlotte Turner:

Charlotte E. Turner was born at Penrith, NSW in 1835. Her parents, Jacob Turner and Sarah Skelton, were married in 1834 at St James Church of England in Phillip Street in Sydney. The St James Church is the oldest church in the centre of Sydney and began life as a courthouse for the colony, being designed by the convict and architect Francis Greenway.

In 1824 the building was consecrated and became the first church of what was still the colony of Sydney. It still stands there today and plays an important role in the life of Sydney both tourist-wise and spiritually.

Here is a lithograph, by Robert Russell, of St James Church Sydney circa 1836. This lithograph was made two years after my great great grandparents married there.

St James Church in Sydney as it looks today. How times have changed!

Thanks to Alexandra Starling for providing information.