Showing posts with label suburbs :: Dulwich Hills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suburbs :: Dulwich Hills. Show all posts

Monday, August 16, 2010

Suburb No 45: Dulwich Hill



Why 'Dully', 8 km from the city centre? Well, I kept hearing about people who loved living there and
was curious. Just up the road from the thriving suburb of Marrickville, maybe it would be similar I
thought.

Not really it turns out. While Marrickville bustles, Dulwich Hill quietly snoozes. So much so that

when I first arrived I really did wonder what all the fuss was about. Then slowly it grew on me and
I realised Dully's relative calm is part of its appeal. A handful of the shops haven't changed for 30
years, still run by the original Greek migrant owners. Yet 47 different nationalities now attend the 
local public school. There's a great cafe that caters for the baby boom Dully's currently experiencing.
And not long ago Gleebooks even opened a shop there. Oh, and for anyone trying to buy a home in
Sydney sans a crippling mortgage, it was until fairly recently, affordable.

A few facts. Started out in life as Petersham Hill, then Wardell's Bush, then South Petersham and  

Fern Hill. Finally ended up as Dulwich Hill, after Dulwich in the old country. Variety of architectural
styles, from Romanesque to Federation. Experienced waves of migration, from Greeks and Portuguese
to Pacific Islanders, Africans, Vietnamese and Chinese. Most recently it's been Anglo families
desperately searching for affordable real estate.

The new arrival that's got everyone talking, however, is Gleebooks. And after a long wait, Dully will

also be getting the light rail extension within the foreseeable future. Too much excitement indeed.


Let's saunter.


Part 1: The Greeks

They came, they saw, they set up shop. That was back in another century but some are still there. Like

George, the tailor who'll whip up your hem for $10 and give you a sermon on socialism for free. 
Anastasia and Con who run Thessaloniki, a cake shop. Luigi's Bakery, where the bread flies out the
door by noon. And David Kasmaroski's Eumundi Smokehouse (okay, he's actually Russian but it's close
enough). 




those were the days










George's shop, unchanged for 30 years









George, the tailor/socialist









politics and cotton









Anastasia's cake shop









Greeks love their lace









Gregory Athanassiou, patron of the cake shop









Gregory's lucky charms









lucky to get anything after 11









they come from near and far







oranges from the Sentas Bros









signs of a former life





Part 2: Newer migrants

I met three Fijians, two Bangladeshis and one Eritrean. Just a few of the 47 nationalities that attend Dulwich

Hill Public School.



Lice, Mereani and Losalini from Fiji










she's brought up her family in Dulwich Hill (Kainga is 'family' in Tongan)









far from home yet right at home









Hajara and Hamja from Bangladesh









life is like a fairytale now









i hope it has a happy ending









Lini from Eritrea









weaves









Vietnam in Dulwich Hill










Part 3: The most recent arrivals

So much for sleepy Dully. Gleebooks have opened their doors, there's a cafe that sprawls out onto

the pavement with the best of them and now the light rail is going ahead. Whatever will happen
next?



there's a Gleebooks in Dulwich Hill!









the fresh face of Dully









Sideways Cafe, epicentre of a baby boom








he's cute, sure, but you still love me right?









the light rail is finally coming






Part 4: Colourful Dully - Green



colour your world









eek, are you me?









green pins and celery sticks









art and religion









eats your greens and oranges









love...









and loneliness








 Part 5: Colourful Dully - Blue and Yellow


 
i heard it was once a brothel






 
packs a punch








bright lights









diamonds









aqua









weathered but still standing










Part 6: Colourful Dully - Black with accents of silver, red and orange



The Right Reverend Brian Iverach - "you can call me Bishop"









leathers









rock and roll baby









devils of Dully









red lipped lady









mieow!









three toned









let there be light



The beauty in Dulwich Hill? The slow reveal, its lack of pretension and the fact that 47 different
nationalities can go to school together - and I'm told, all get along.


See you next week.