Kit Sleeman wondered how anyone survived the Old Wonthaggi Tech School days.
From billy carts to tin toboggans, steep slopes were a source of pleasure for the kids in Kit Sleeman’s neighbourhood.
Wonthaggi’s stormwater drains were a constant source of surprise and adventure for kids, writes Kit Sleeman
Kit Sleeman looks back to an age of real service when fresh milk and bread appeared on the kitchen table every morning as if by magic.
Foraging for mushrooms was one of the great autumn pleasures, and a profitable sideline, for a young Kit Sleeman.
Kit Sleeman recalls a memorable miners’ picnic at Cowes, enlivened by a foul-mouthed ventriloquist and a storm-tossed voyage home.
As the Americans and Russians battled for supremacy in space, a young Kit Sleeman scanned the skies from Wonthaggi.
From his sickbed, Kit Sleeman listened to the sounds of Wonthaggi. More than 50 years later and far away, they are still vivid to him.
Between 1901 and 1959, Wreck Beach at Harmers Haven proved the undoing of a mammoth whale and two sea captains, including Wonthaggi’s most hated man.
For the children of small towns, a travelling circus was the stuff of dreams. Kit Sleeman recalls the days when small boys stalked elephants in the Wonthaggi scrubland.
Kit Sleeman grew up in Wonthaggi and more than 50 years later sat down to record his vivid memories of childhood. Many of these essays were first published in The Plod, the newsletter of the Wonthaggi Historical Society. Kit died in March 2017.