Elkington Park

Elkington Park in the 1970's was a tired old forgotten suburban park in what was a forgotten suburb on a dirty harbour in a big sprawling city. Morton bay fig trees lined White Street planted in a straight line by some forgotten bearded Councilor in the 1880's startng from the top of Glassop Street streching to the harbours edge. The out stretched arms of these ancient trees stretched across White St and embrassed the open air like an old familiar friend. Sometimes in a thunder storm or high winds one of the branches of these ancient trees fall and crash into a parked car below as if just to remind the locals that they where here long before any of us.

In the middle of the park was an old forgotten bandstand built of a federation brick base, a wooden frame and a dusty red federation tiled roof. Once an elegant structure where bands played and the names of the fallen from the Great War were engraved on the foundation stone, now a dirty little building in a park where the grass was parched or overgrown and dog shit was littered across its its unkempt grounds from one end to the other.