May 1885
May 1885Not only am I heart-broken at the death of my beloved mother, but William has gone to London to look for partners in a business venture. He promised me he would come home. He only planned to be away for three to four years. Mama said William would look after us, look after the finances, the house, our lives, but he said he has a life of his own to build. He said building a fortune would help us all in the future. I don’t see how. I miss him. I miss Mama.
This is my last year of school. My sister, Ethel and I are very fortunate to attend the private school our aunt, Mama’s sister, Frances Amy Blay started in South Melbourne. We board there during the week. Aunt Frances has rooms for us on the second floor where she has her private quarters. At the weekend we go home to ou
