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Dundas Dreaming


I was reading on a blog I follow about dream meanings. I have had some strange ones in my years as have other family members.

Many centre on the house of my grandparents. So, today I’m going to set the scene for a collection of weird dreams and strange events by describing the family home at Dundas in NSW, in which my mum lived her life until her late 20s. This time span also included her first few years of marriage so my sister lived here too for the first few years of her life.

I have hunted through old photos I have but I have none of the house. This one however is a close match. My grandparents house however had a second storey. The columns however were not ornate as those in the picture.


This area was originally called The Ponds and if you are interested for more historical facts the article found here contains information about early land parcels in the area.

The main road it was located on (when my mum lived there) obviously wasn’t built at the time the house went up. I say this because the real front faced out towards the plant nursery my grandfather established when he had the property in the late 1920s. The street front was actually the back, a closed in area. The walls were the thick sandstone blocks, about 18 inches thick. The only other places with thick sandstone and similar in appearance that I can locate in that area were those places belonging to James Ruse or MacArthur (Elizabeth Farm and Experimental Farm).

Elizabeth Farm


Experiment Farm


Never one to sit back, I have since written to Parramatta council to see what information they may be able to glean on this.

The real front of the house had two rooms off the central hall. One was the bedroom and the other the lounge room. It was rarely used (well not when we were there which was often). Behind those rooms was the kitchen and laundry. My sister suggests they would have probably been separate from the house and reached by going outside originally. There was also a small room under the stairs. Upstairs were two rooms. My sister lived in one when she was a child; the second one was dark and had a closet over the window. I believe my mum pushed it there because of an old time story of a little girl and a lady… but that’s for later. It was a cold room and I couldn’t enter it though I did open the door occasionally. We were never encouraged to go upstairs. When my younger sister and I were brave we would put the house cats into this room. It was the only room the cats escaped from with speed.

I never did understand why this house was allowed to be pulled down to be replaced with a modern housing estate in the late 1970s. This house certainly had its own stories to tell, that’s for sure!

Next installment….A convict comes to call

Author: Travelling Macs

A mum to 2 grown up children who always make me proud, a wife and a full time school teacher. I love eating great food but am not motivated to cook. Love traveling around this great country in which I live. Often found traveling with my husband Brian. I write for pleasure and if it's read (and enjoyed) by others then that's a bonus! 2014 saw me begin the 'new' me. Working hard at leaving the fear of 'what if' behind and replacing it with YOLO adventures. :)

15 thoughts on “Dundas Dreaming

  1. What a gorgeous house, I love the sandstones. Adelaide has many beautiful old houses like this, not that many in Melbourne I’m afraid. What a shame that they would pull it down. I love all the old houses they were unique, today’s houses all look the same, cold with no character. 😦

  2. It was a gorgeous styled house and it had character for sure, but it was a cold frightening character at times.

  3. The photo you have is almost identical to the house. Our house was just like that, it didn’t have another storey, it was more a large attic area formed by the steeply sloping roof. If you look closely at your picture, you can see the window (that was the one with the closet).

  4. Chances are whoever owed the house right before it was torn down are the very people who wanted it removed. They probably had grand ideas for the kind of house they wanted to build themselves. If there isn’t a historical organization willing to fight for the stone house, it gets torn down. I know… it’s sad.

    • Yes I’m guessing the people who bought the block obviously had subdivision in mind when purchasing. These days though it seems many councils put heritage restrictions in place so such properties can only be renovated in the manner of their historical style and not just demolished. That can only be good in retaining heritage but not necessarily for those looking to purchase and adapt to their own style. At least a photo montage can retain the heritage for future generations.

  5. Way cool. A lot of those old homes were built in the times of the convicts.
    Did you know I won a scholarship to attend James Ruse Agricultural College? But I never took it up.

  6. Very interesting for me as I lived in Dundas Valley for many years. Great post.

  7. Our grandparent’s homes hold deep memories for many of us… Some good and some not so good. Very sad that this one was torn down. Some Sundays we like to take drives past old familiar homes and remember the times of our childhood. Thanks for sharing. (And I don’t mind other bloggers linking in the comment sections. I have done that too.)

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