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| Edward Chapman James, 33, New Guinea |
On May 18, 1942 a baby girl was born in the Royal Brisbane
Women’s Hospital. She was no different from any other human being, well not yet
anyway. Next to her mother were two young boys, Steven and Theodore, and next
to them was her Grandmother. Her father Edward however was nowhere to be seen. Eight
months previously he had left for the Middle East with the Australian Army to
fight in what we now call The Second World War. The baby girl's name was Noela.
The first two years of her life were spent on Ella Street
Fortitude Valley, with her two brothers and her mother Nancy. While her brothers were at school Nancy would cook and clean, but most of the time she just sat on the front steps of the house,
waiting for the day her husband would come walking up the street. But he never did.
Then something bad happened; a letter came. In it Nancy’s husband explained he had fallen in love with a
nurse in Papua New Guinea, he wasn’t coming home.
The boys were glad that he hadn’t died, but
Nancy said what their father had done was much worse than dying.
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| Steven 7, Noela 2 and Theodore 5 (from left to right) |
Two weeks later another letter came, this one from the
Australian Military. Edward Chapman James had died by way of a faulty grenade.
Nancy had been wrong, dying was worse.
Nancy had been wrong, dying was worse.
After the death of her father, Noela's family moved to
Morningside with her grandmother. She started school at Fortitude Valley State
in 1947, excelling in sports. She was an average academic, but Noela loved school. It was the only place she could get away from her mother, who had
taken a steady dive into depression.
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| Nancy Bertha James, age 24 |
The 1940’s in Brisbane saw the rise of Bex, a
compound
analgesic used for pain relief, and in many cases as an anti-depressant. Nancy,
shattered and broken with the loss of her husband, preferred to use it as the
latter. She spent her days indoors, anesthetizing her heartbreak with the numbing white powder.
By the time Noela was eight years old, her mother had
died. The doctors said it was kidney failure, but that wasn’t true... Nancy
James died of a broken heart.
The rest of her life people would tell Noela how beautiful her
mother had been.
After her Nancy’s death, Noela was put in the care of her
Aunt Audrey. She was a severe woman who never showed any love or compassion for
her niece, and Noela’s years with her were a special kind of hell. She left her aunt's after falling in love with a man named Pieter.
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| Noela Phyllis James at 20 years old |
Like countless Brisbane couples in the 1950’s, Noela met
Pieter at Cloudland Dance Hall. He was a tall, handsome and foreign, but best
of all he could make her laugh.
They were married not long after and bought a
house together, sparsely furnished with a small table, a fridge and a double bed. Noela had less than she ever had, yet more than she ever had before. Her happiness was made complete when she found out she was
pregnant.
The next nine months were spent getting ready for the baby.
Pieter worked late, so Noela would stay up all night
making tiny frilled pants, knitted booties and little woollen jumpers. Finally
everything had settled into place. Against impossible odds, Noela was living a
normal life.
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| Pieter (23) and Noela (22) VanLeeuwen |
One evening Noela was playing a game of Monopoly with Pieter
and two friends, when she felt a sudden wetness between her legs. Her
water had broken. Not wanting to embarrass herself Noela continued playing. As soon as their visitors left Pieter called a taxi for The Royal
Brisbane Women’s Hospital.
Without a mother to talk to her of such things, Noela had no
idea that childbirth would be so painful; nor did she know about contractions,
or pushing, and her labour was arduous. Twenty-four hours later her baby was born
alive and well, but for a small wound on his head from where the forceps
dug into his skull.
Noela and Pieter named their first born son Peter VanLeeuwen. They took him home from the hospital, and at first Noela had a
little trouble getting him to eat... Then she had a lot.
All of the doctors she saw told Noela that there was nothing
wrong with her baby, but his condition continued to worsen. Eventually they had
to take him back to hospital, but he did not get any better.
After three months
alive on this earth Noela’s baby boy died in hospital of a Golden Staph
infection which had entered his skin though the wound on his head.
After her son’s death Noela swore she would never have any more
children. Her life so far had been a series of bitter and angry hurts. Any more
pain and she thought she might die.
But the years passed, as they do. All of the useless tiny
clothes were given away, and Noela’s wounded heart scarred over, toughening again.
She did have more children; five of them, and they care for her more than the
earth.
Today she is old, loved, and happy.
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| Family portrait (from left) Paul, Linda, Noela, Judy, Pieter, Nicole and Geoffrey |
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| Noela and Four of her children, Nicole, Geoffrey, Paul and Linda (from left) |
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| Mother Duck: Noela and her children at North Stradbroke Island, 1970 |
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| Noela (left) and her Aunt Norma (Nancy's sister) 2012 |













