— Nona Pio-Ulski-Parks ~ 1947-1949

23 Cameron Road

balloonsAugust 27, 1947 was a momentous day as I was born at 8pm at St Teresa’s Hospital!!champagne

WOOT!” the doctors and nurses shouted! “HUZZAH!! She FINALLY decided to come out!” and they popped the champagne corks in celebration of my arrival ?

 

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My mother told me that I should have been born at the beginning of August but I took my time coming, so much so that mom’s doctor told her to stand at the back of a bus every day so that the ride would shake me down and I’d come out finally!

Probably just as well I waited as I would have made a lousy Leo! Virgo suits my personality down to a T  ?

 

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Me zzzZZZzzzing in my cot and with Lindy

 

 

 

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With my baby amah at the time and with Auntie Jenny and Lindy

 

I was christened at the Russian Orthodox Church, which was situated in Kowloon Tong in those days, in October …

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I don’t know why my father decided he didn’t want to keep his surname … well, maybe I do! I never believed dad’s excuse that he got fed up with his surname being mangled by other people …I think he heard of his father’s exploits in Warsaw and was so disgusted that his father would give the Soviets as much as the time of day that he didn’t want to be associated with him.

You can see he began calling himself George Parks in 1946, even though my mother was still Mrs Pio-Ulski. Totally confusing ?

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Anyway, the deed was done in December. He got his certificate of naturalisation on December 13 and on December 29 he was George Parks.

I had a notification on my birth certificate saying my surname was changed from Nona Pio-Ulski to Nona Parks so really, I had no impression of being a Pio-Ulski but my sister was different.

Poor thing had been Pio-Ulski for 8 years and then, all of a sudden, she was now a Parks.

I can understand her frustration, as Parks meant nothing to her but I must say I never had that particular issue.

 

 

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This map shows most of the areas which are mentioned in my photos. You can see Cameron Road and the grassy area parallel to Chatham Road and the train track, where a lot of pictures of me as a toddler were taken.

St Andrew’s Church – a bit further up along Nathan Road – is where our church was when my parents split with Father Dmitri Uspenski and his church.

 

 

We lived in Cameron Road when dad got his job with HK Tramways and, after a couple of years, mom and dad decided it would be better for us to live on Hong Kong side.

I can hardly remember our flat in Cameron Road but have vague recollections of when I used to go to have piano and Russian lessons from Balia, as she stayed there.

It was a huge old place – big rooms with high ceilings.  There was a narrow corridor with steps going down to the kitchen area and beyond were the servants’ quarters.  When in the kitchen, I remember looking out of the kitchen window at the well, where mom told me the bomb had fallen into during the war and not exploded.

It really gave me chills to think of what might have been if not for the Grace of God ?

Lindy celebrated her 10th birthday in our Cameron Road flat on October 29, 1949  …

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In 1949 dad bought a car and we spent a lot of time driving around the New Territories, going to the beaches like Castle Peak, 11½ Mile Beach, or Clear Water Bay and afterwards having an ice cream at the Dairy Farm Road House on the way back home, and picnics on Tate’s Cairns ?

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Lindy, Laila Smirnoff and me at 11 Mile Beach or maybe Castle Peak?

 

 

Hong Kong the year I was born

 

 

Hong Kong in 1949 by Michael Rogge

 

 

1947-1949 ~ my pictures - Kowloon

Christening photos and pictures of me as a toddler when I was living in 23 Cameron Road, Kowloon, before we moved over to Hong Kong side
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4 comments

  • Nona

    Hi Jingwu

    Thank you so much for your kind words about my site! I very much appreciate it 😃

    You’re quite right about me not having said anything about leaving HK and eventually coming to Australia. I’m afraid I got stuck at my KGV page and during the C-19 drama, I couldn’t get motivated to write anything and although I gave myself a goal to fix that this year, I got thoroughly sucked into listening to commentaries about the SMO in Ukraine so again have wasted a year, just about!

    My parents and grandmother left HK in January 1973 and came to Perth, not Sydney. I left HK in December 1973 to spend Christmas with my parents in Perth then flew to Holland in January 1974 to help my sister out. She was having a back operation so I came to look after her two kids and also to cook dinner for my brother-in-law when he came home from work. I finally came back to Perth in August to make a new life here.

    Not really sure about what the immigration policy was like here. Before 1973 anyone could come to live in Australia but they tightened things up in 1974 so the fact that I popped in at the end of 1973 meant that I was able to get a resident chop in my passport (which was a HK one, like my parents & grandmother had) and after (I think) 5 years, we could apply for an Australian citizenship. I seem to remember that my parents didn’t have access to any services by the Australian Government for 10 years so had to have enough money to look after themselves and my grandmother for that time.

    To be honest, I have no idea what life here was like for those Russian refugees from China, since neither in my family nor I were in that position. My father left Shanghai in November 1937 to come to HK and my father had a contract from the HK Shanghai Hotels for him and his orchestra to play in the Peninsula, HK & Repulse Bay Hotels, and my mother, who joined him in January 1938, was manageress of Linen Chest, on Chater Road, a place which sold linen from Swatow. They managed to get my father’s mother & husband out from Tientsin into HK and looked after them until they both died in 1945.

    When the Japanese invaded the Colony, because all the White Russians were stateless they were considered Third Nationals so not sent to Stanley but left to fend for themselves. My (paternal) grandmother died in June 1945 and her husband also died shortly afterwards so when the Colony was liberated, it was just my parents and my sister (who was born in 1939) left. They then managed to get my (maternal) grandmother and aunt out of Shanghai and into HK. My grandmother was a piano teacher so in the late 1940s/early I 1950s a lot of her pupils were the children of the Russian community but by the early 1960s, just about every family my parents knew left HK to go to the States, Canada & Australia.

    Both my sister and I went to KGV then we both worked at the HK Bank but, since she was 8 years older than me, we didn’t mix in the same circles 😂

    So, as you can see, my family didn’t mix with Russian families in Sydney – no, I lie! The Vargassoffs, who lived in the apartment below ours in Morrison Hill Road, left HK for Sydney and they bought a lovely house in Castle Cove. Seva Vargassoff was a doctor, his wife Tanya was a stay-at-home mother, and I believe he had retired so didn’t work after HK. Their son, Nick, also became a doctor and worked in Sydney but Vera, the eldest child, went to university and then went to London to work. We visited Tanya, her mother, and Nick when my parents and I were on leave in Australia in 1969.

    In China, although my father, his mother and siblings first went to Harbin after leaving Vladivostok during the Civil War, they didn’t stay there long so didn’t get to know the Russian community there so would not have known many of the Russians who ended up in Sydney. They certainly didn’t know any of the Russians from Xinjiang 😞

    Are you on Facebook? Why I ask is because I stated a FB group called White Russian Emigres from China and quite a few members live on the East Coast, including Sydney, and just a couple of years ago we had an influx of members who were, in fact, from Xinjiang! If you’d like to join the group, you can ask that those that have more knowledge about what you asked me and hopefully you’ll get good answers to help you with your documentary. I found it too difficult time-wise to be the group’s administrator but am more than happy to introduce you to the members!

    https://www.facebook.com/groups/WhiteRussianEmigresFromChina

    Hope that’s been of some help to you 😊

    Cheers

    ~Nona

  • Jingwu Fang

    Dear Nona,

    My name is Jingwu Fang, and I’m currently making a documentary about the Russian Diaspora who once lived and still lives in China.

    While researching this topic on the internet, I discovered your family story in Hong Kong. I read it thoroughly and was deeply touched by your words.

    However, you didn’t really mention what it was like when you first landed in Sydney in 1973. And I have a lot of questions on that topic. Such as what was immigration policy like in the 70s. What was life or job like for the newly arrived Russian families in Australia? How did the local Australians perceive ethnic Russians? In the beginning, was the living standard in Australia better or worse than in Hong Kong? And also, did the Xinjiang Russians and Harbin Russians interact much back in the day? If so, what was it like?

    Your help is greatly appreciated. The Russian Diaspora went through so many unspeakable difficulties, and I believe their stories shall be remembered, preserved, and shared.

    (p.s. If you prefer to talk it over via zoom, it would be my pleasure to arrange one.)

    Thank you for your time.
    Cheers!
    Jingwu Fang

  • Nona

    Hi Ian
    I’ve sent Anne’s email address to you by email so please let me know if you don’t get it!
    Cheers
    Nona

  • Ian Mackie

    Nona, I noted that you met Anne Reynolds in Perth recently. I was at KGV with her in 1953-55 and was wondering if you might have her E-mail or address.Love reading Gwulo, amazing how much you can remember those early days!

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