I affectionately remember regularly visiting my grandparents Horace and Ethel Wilson who lived at "Oakleigh' on the corner of Albert Street and Carlton Road. When I was about 6 I remember my brother and I venturing to the gasworks, which represented in my mind an evil and sinister factory, with an absence of any people, only the sight and sound of small hissing steam railway engines rumbling into massive yards of massive mounds of coal. Surreally, I also remember when entering this frightening area we passed a beautiful lawn tennis club. Weird.
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