A few years back, I was surprised at the sudden emergence of 1950s nostalgia.
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I shouldn't have been. I had just forgotten just how tumultuous the first half of the 20th century had been.
A 1950s older Australian had been through much. They or their parents had experienced the economic crash of the 1890s, the Federation drought, World War I, the Great Depression and then World War II.
Families had been torn apart, hopes destroyed, as brief periods of calm, of prosperity, were followed by further catastrophes. No Australian family, locally born or part of the new post war immigration intake, had been spared.
The 1950s marked the start of the longest period of relative peace and prosperity that Australia had seen in more than 60 years. Perhaps it's not surprising that many now wrap that time in the haze of nostalgia.
I mention this now because the story we are exploring of the development of Australia's intelligence services in general, the story of Harry Freame in particular, was bookended by two great wars with a depression in the middle.
I consider there is still hope and will not worry about it. I have only been here two years and the promise was in five years.
- May Freame
In April 1921, May Freame wrote to her bother in sister-in-law in Failsworth in the UK. It's a long newsy letter, full of local Kentucky detail.
The couple seemed happy. Henry (the family always called Harry Henry) was working hard, as indeed he would do all his life.
While the potato price had been low for the latest crop, Henry had avoided going into debt as so many of the settler families had had to do. He was worried that he would not be able to pay for May to go home for a visit as promised.
"I tell him not to worry," May wrote, "we cannot order things just as we would like." She went on: "I consider there is still hope and will not worry about it. I have only been here two years and the promise was in five years."
In the midst of local activities, May is clearly missing some of the routines of home and especially church.
Since Minister Comie left they had not even had the regular monthly church services. Still, another minister had been given the call and May hoped that he might accept.
It is clear from May's letter and the irregular reports in the Uralla Times that Harry was building a life not just for his family but for the local community and his family in that community.
In December 1921, May gave birth to their son, Henry Wykeham Freame, always known as Harry within the family. This happy event marked the start of a new set of troubles.
Jim Belshaw's email is ndarala@optusnet.com.au. He blogs at http://newenglandaustralia.blogspot.com.au/ (New England life) and http://newenglandhistory.blogspot.com.au/ (New England history)
