CELEBRRATING DORIS GREETS 102 years in Rosewood/Cabanda

CELEBRRATING DORIS GREETS 102 years in Rosewood/Cabanda with Cr David Pahlke,
State Member Sean Choat and Sean Clift from the Mayors Office.

Doris Marion Greet was born 7/12/1910

Parents Caleb Joshua and Mary Jane, Doris was the 2nd child out of her sisters, Edna and Patricia and brothers Caleb Joshua (after her father) and Cecil.


Her mum was in milking and went into labour so her dad took her into Aunty Minnie’s house in Mill Street in Rosewood.  Her dad died when she was 6 which forced them to move into Rosewood to John Street near the old wooden bridge. They moved quite a lot due to farmers moving in and wanting to use the house her grandmother died in leaving some money so sissy Sloan said buy the house they were in with the money and they did and slowly fixed it up (Mill Street House)  She attended Ashwell State School till they moved into Rosewood then she went to the convent school, the principal told her mother that Edna and Pat were difficult to get along with and with them not being catholic they had to leave but they let Doris stay as she was a good student averaging 72% as she will tell you she was a good scholar with passable marks.


Doris attended Gatton High School where she had part time work on the weekends at the police station for some money.  In the depression was hard to find work as she too commercial so back to Rosewood she went. Dr Wallace was kind to the family and good to them and got Doris a job in the Brisbane hospital nursing.  Doris worked at the Ipswich Hospital at the age of about 18 in women’s surgical and that was an eye opener (don’t laugh) because of that disease that venereal VD as they were sent up to women’s surgical to be treated she left as she didn’t like this.  So back to Rosewood to help her mum with washing and ironing she did for Miss Sloane


When 30 she worked at the Brisbane stores depots for the RAAF she went awol but didn’t get into trouble as her mum was sick, she come back (took a discharge) and got a job pouring beer in the Royal George she worked half a day so she could look after her mum. She stayed working there for a long time.  She loved playing games, she loved sports, she played tennis, cricket with the boys, made friends with the farm girls and played rounders.  She loved to sew and was making her own clothes by the age of 10.  She was known for her flamboyant hats around Rosewood and was told she was one of the best dressed, she would of loved to of been a designer but couldn’t sketch or draw, she developed glaucoma and it broke her heart she couldn’t sew but later they fixed that.


Doris remembers using gas lights and bringing the wood up for the stove and carrying water up the step into the house for use, they had to pump it the old fashion way.   They used to buy ice and meat from the butchers to put in the meat safe.


When I asked Doris about why she didn’t marry she said just bad luck. First bloke she got mixed up with she found out his father had shot his pregnant mother and went to jail so that one was out. Sargent McCoys eldest son took an interest when she got her weekend job at the police station but that ended.


She made friends with a chap called Cecil Rosenstengel his father had the city counching college, Cecil drank and her and her other didn’t like that and also she found out he was a rich man’s son, so she gave him up. A chap that she accidently liked a nice American chap Gene Stephens but as luck has it when the war ended his plane went down in Townsville and all were killed so after knowing Gene she didn’t bother anymore at the age of 30.


According to Doris her only regret in life is not being able to ride a horse.  Doris said make sure you put I was born common and remained common.
story copied from Cabanda Notes (there is a lovely innocence about this story)




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