Welcome to the Lost Manly Shop

Welcome to our collection of local and family history for Lost Manly and the Northern Beaches collated from history sites and personal family albums from myself and our facebook group members making it unique in every way.  Lost Manly and the Northern Beaches, began in July 2013, as a place to share my family history research with family and friends and invite others to share theirs also; to gather local history and precious memories before they are lost. 

I've always had a passion for history, beginning in mum's kitchen, seeing the old dripping tin and jaffle iron from mum's own childhood home, not far from our house in North Manly. I excelled in high school history too, coming first for the whole of Year 9 history at Manly Girls High School. I think those seeds were planted in my childhood, in mum's kitchen. 

Mum was born in 1939, six months before the start of WW2. With that came stories of mum's childhood during and after the war, when butter was scarce, and rations allowed them to survive, and spreading dripping, instead of butter, on their bread was common. Mum's cooking was basic, as she worked full time as a Legal Secretary so by the time she got home, she usually made just meat and three veg and saved the fancy cooking for the weekends, which I loved, helping her and bonding over food. Mum´s Shepherd pie conjures up vivid childhood memories, baked in our old post-WW2 avocado, and beige enamel gas oven with the old pilot light that was lit with a match and was scary smelling the gas seep out before the flame caught it in a little explosion of fire.  

Mum's childhood home was 1.2 km westward from our house, up the hill just off Allambie Road. We could see the tops of the four Oak trees in their backyard, from our front yard. Mum´s grandparents lived 1.2km eastward, towards Freshwater Beach.  We walked past their old house in Soldiers Avenue on the way to the beach. I first started researching my family history in the mid 80s. There was no internet back then and all history tracings had to be done at the Archives at the Rocks, using the old microfilm machines, which was fine because I'd learnt how to use them when I worked at the Bank after leaving school.  That too has changed, from the Bank of New South Wales, to Westpac...nothing stays the same, except our history!

The journey took me back hundreds of years to England, Ireland, Scotland, Norway, Germany and even New Caledonia, but it wasn't until living far from home in Norway that I started searching closer to home that brought me back to Manly, and in doing so, found out that four and five generations of my ancestors were either born n bred in Manly or moved there to be closer to family; some even left for work for decades then came back. Talk about history repeating itself. This was the foundation stone of starting Lost Manly and the Northern Beaches, as the name means so much to me in more ways than I can express.
Ever wondered where "Seven miles from Sydney a Thousand miles from care", came from? This enduring slogan greeted generations of Manly Ferry passengers as they arrived at Manly Wharf. Well, the Port Jackson and Manly Steamship Company (PJ&MSSCo) who used to own the Manly Ferry service, held a newspaper competition in the late 1930s, to promote the daily ferry excursions from Circular Quay to Manly, and the winner was a local Manly housewife.  Her granddaughter told us this story in the Lost Manly Facebook group.
These are just some of the wonderful local history you'll hear about as we bring to life our history with personal stories from the memories and family photo albums of our 26,500 members.The slogan was encased around Fred Elliott's painting of the SS-Barrenjoey, gliding through the Heads in April 1927, and we’ve embraced that as our own, as it captures everything Lost Manly is about. https://www.lostmanly.com.au