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ARCHIBALD
CHARLES3 MOULD,
b.
1879
HISTORY
of
ARCHIBALD
CHARLES
MOULD ROBIN FRANCIS MONKS (nee MOULD) granddaughter. My grandfather Archibald and his wife Ida (nee Salter) moved to Queensland from the Clarence River area when my father was around 8yrs old.
They purchased a farm in the Mt. Coolum area but within a few years Archibald and Ida sold their property at Mt. Coolum and bought approx.1000acres of land - “Idlewilde” between Yandina and Nambour; The terrain was very steep in parts, had two creeks and a fertile flood plain. Here they logged timber, grew bananas, small crops, corn, had cattle, dairy cows, pigs and some horses. My father told many stories of his childhood on the Clarence River and the presence of Aboriginal on the property there. My grandmother Ida also spoke often of the Bellengen River area, but whether she lived there, met my grandfather there, or they started their married life there is uncertain.
My father, an only child, first attended the Happy Valley State School. He often spoke of his first day at school; he was sent in a white suit and; of course he came home “black”. It was a little school in the shadow of Mt. Coolum with about a dozen pupils. When the family moved to “Idlewilde” my father then attended Yandina State School. He was a bright scholar, but at the end of Primary School there was no opportunity to continue his education without leaving the area, so he stayed on the property.
My father married my mother Daphne May Doyle in Nambour and I was born 29.08.35. I was the only child of that marriage. My father and mother first settled in Kandanga where he ran a cream run. They returned to the property in Nambour because my grandfather was ill. (I think this was the reason.)
I have memories of the usual farmyard animals and poultry, dogs under the tanks, cats in the dairy shed waiting with waving tails, under the milk separator for their serving of cream and.. the beautiful gardens! Full of roses, gerberas, jonquil, pansies, dahlias, and a huge vine growing over part of the house. I have vivid memories of my grandfather and my father sending bunches of bananas in hessian bags down a steep hill on a flying fox. I must add that I had a great desire to go for a ride and remember getting into trouble for trying to climb into one of the bags. There was also a green utility (I now know it was a T Model Ford) in which we would all go to the beach at Coolum.
Vince owned the bullock team and snigged timber out of "Idelwilde". Robin rode on the horse with Vince, and had rides on the dray. She also learnt to swear! I am sad to say that the property “Idlewilde” is now a huge quarry; the old house with the open verandah, covered in pyrostegia venusta (flame vine), the huge poinciana in the front lawn, the podranea rosea covering the front fence, the beautiful gardens, the soft green fernery, the flourishing vegetable garden full of crisp lettuce, cucumber, onions, carrots, peas, beetroot, tomatoes, the bountiful citrus trees and the huge mango trees.. all gone; only a memory in my mind that will die with me.
My father built a house on another part of my grandparent's property - it burnt down some years later. During that time he also cut cane on the Maroochy River. World War 2 broke out and there was a very large army camp situated in the State Forest just across the road (Pacific Highway) from my grandparents house. The soldiers used to come to my grandparent's place for dinner held in the dining room and I was expected to be on my best behaviour and watch my table manners. Two soldiers became lost in the forest and were never found. My father helped search for them for what seemed a long time.
My father was rejected by the Army as he had badly injured his knee in Kandanga, however he joined the Home Guard. My parents marriage faltered and my mother went to Brisbane taking me with her; shortly after my grandfather died from pneumonia and heart failure. My grandfather whom I called “ Peepar” was left with heart damage after contracting rheumatic fever early in his marriage and never really recovered from that illness. I can remember him having grossly swollen legs from a condition called “dropsy” (fluid) and taking Chinese herbs. Today's advanced medicine and surgical procedures would have extended his life by many years. He and his wife Ida are buried in the old part of the Nambour Cemetery.
I returned to live on the property in Nambour when I was 8yrs. and my grandmother (Ida Love Mould nee Salter) helped my father raise me. Soon after my return my father purchased the Produce Store in Currie Street (the main street) Nambour. I left Nambour when I was 16 to work in Brisbane.
My father married Vera O'Brien (a teacher) and they had 3 children Linda Mary (who died soon after birth and is buried with her grandparents Archibald and Ida), Judith and Thomas Charles. The family then moved to Kingaroy where my father managed the Co-operative, Redcomb. Later he & Vera opened a Produce business and a Fruit Shop. He developed heart trouble aged 58yrs, and had by-pass surgery at age 69yrs. He passed away in 1998 aged 85yrs. He is buried in the Tabinga Cemetery Kingaroy. The Mould name now lives on in Queensland through Jonathon Russell Mould, son of Thomas Charles Mould, grandson of Allan Archibald Mould, great grandson of Archibald Charles Mould.
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