When I first moved out of home in 1973, to live with my girlfriend, I was seventeen years old. The house I moved into was a shared student house on Harris Street in an inner city suburb of Sydney called Ultimo. Ultimo was a very squalid and ugly area back then and it still is. Much of inner Sydney has become gentrified as the slums have been renovated. Ultimo has been resistant to gentrification due to the very busy, four lane Harris Street that runs through the middle of Ultimo. The side streets are narrow and and dark.
The houses that line Harris Street are charmless worker’s terrace houses of the Dickensian kind built in the late 1800’s. The houses are completely bereft of any kind of grace as they sit directly on the street with their doorways opening straight onto the sidewalk without any intervening space. The windows of the living rooms are on the walls that meet the sidewalk and passer-bys can press their noses up against the glass if they wish.
The only thing to recommend Ultimo is that it is very close to the centre of the city. There are no nearby playgrounds for the children and when I used to live there, the kids used to roam the streets.
There used to be a group of very young boys who lived nearby that used to peer through our mail-slot or our living room window they were so bored.
It makes me shudder when I think back to how at risk these children were.
Every time I drive down Harris street I marvel at how little it has changed when there is so much rapid change in the rest of Sydney.