A friend sent me these pictures of my former homeplace of Cowrie Point, Tasmania, Australia.
You can see the iron-ore mill at Port Latta, where my father worked, in the background.
In the 1960's I lived here in Cowrie Point with my family. Since then, other families have occupied this place, but I want to relate some special memories of being there.
The house faced this beach which my siblings and I frequented daily. We could hardly wait to get the morning chores overwith and be free to walk and run and sea-bathe.
This is the house, and it may have changed paint colors several times since we owned it, but it holds what seems like a lifetime of memories, even though we only were there a few years.
This 1800's painting, below, reminded me of days at Cowrie Point because we often spent time propped on the rocks with reading, writing and art materials. The background looks exactly like the sea behind the rocks at Cowrie Point. I can still feel it.
One day, a young woman and her husband were sitting on the beach, and seeing me reading a book, the woman spoke to me:
"I wanted to marry a prince," she told me. "So I went to Europe to stay with some relatives, hoping to find one. Now I live here in Cowrie Point with my husband of 10 years."
"Oh, " I said, "And so you met your prince in Europe!"
The young woman smiled. "I met my prince, but not in Europe. I was disappointed, but when I came back to Cowrie Point, the family living next door to my family had come for a summer holiday. They had a home in Smithton, but this was their holiday home.
"Their son and I had been friends when we were growing up, but we did not keep in touch after I went to Europe. As soon as he heard I had returned home, he sent his mother over to ask my parents if I had met anyone in Europe. After their brief visit his mother went home, and not long after that, he came to the door and asked for me.
"He told me how happy he was that I was home; how he missed our friendship, amd how Cowrie Point was such a lonely place when I was gone."
Afraid to pry too much, I carefully asked her if she had told him of her quest to meet a prince.
"He was a trusted friend and I had no qualms about telling him of my failed mission. He held my hand as we walked on the beach, listening to my story while I expressed all my future hopes. He asked if he could be my prince and I said yes."
Sadly, I do not remember her name, and it was over 40 years ago. If I had known about journalling back then, I would have a record of it all.
I do remember her telling me that young ladies should look for princely qualities when thinking of future husbands. Things like courtesy, protectiveness, faith in Christ, respect and caring for parents, willingness to do the providing, and loyalty are admirable character qualities. Girls have to be able to recognize these inner things and not overlook the potential prince living next door.
I hope you enjoyed this true story.
Cowrie shells found in this area are the reason for the place being namd Cowrie Point.
Lady with shell, painting by William Margetson 1864-1940