A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...
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6<br />
The sea was to continue top hold a strange appeal for him throughout his life,<br />
becoming in many ways a symbol – of Nature, of the universal mystery of life, of a<br />
great unknowable, of a pattern forever changing yet ever changeless, a force<br />
benevolent yet malevolent. Later he could not rest unless in sight of it.<br />
But travelling Life’s Highway involved passing along through the plains and forests<br />
of time, and the youthful Brady soon began to find his metier as an observant and<br />
idealistic young man. At fifteen, rather tired of formal schooling, impatient to earn a<br />
living and make his own way in the world, he readily acceded when his father<br />
suggested he leave school to act as chainman with a civil engineer at thirty shillings a<br />
week. Here he began in earnest to learn of Life. His firm was working on the<br />
sewerage line from Bellevue Hill to Ben Buckler. He had to be lowered by winch<br />
down shafts in a bucket, with one leg in and the other steadying the contraption<br />
against the sides of the shaft to prevent rotation during descent. Accidents were<br />
common, but “if you were hurt or killed it was your own fault”. He often assisted in<br />
patching up victims of carelessness – their own or somebody else’s – before they were<br />
conveyed by wagonette to St. Vincent’s Hospital. Nor did an outbreak of typhoid<br />
help conditions!<br />
In writing of his early experiences, Brady was ever anxious to set the scene for his<br />
readers, who by then lived in a time apart. Realising the close connection between a<br />
man and his social conditions, he usually attempted to give a correct sense of<br />
perspective:<br />
The invention of the internal combustion machine may be regarded as a<br />
turning point in human progress. I am writing here of a world three decades<br />
prior to that invention, when steam had hardly come into its own, when a<br />
sailing-vessel from Liverpool to Port Jackson made a fast passage if it took no<br />
longer than ninety days; when Australian towns were lit by kerosene lamps, or<br />
not at all; when most bush roads were rutted tracks, along which bullock<br />
drays and horse teams toiled through mud or dust; when coaches were still<br />
occasionally held up by bushrangers, and few conveniences or comforts of the<br />
present day were known to settlers. Then the wind blows inshore its salty<br />
smell revives one memory picture; the odour of horse sweat and leather calls<br />
up another. 1<br />
After twelve months of this rigorous but educative experience, Brady decided, with<br />
the paternal blessing, that this kind of work was far better if one could direct others to<br />
do the dirtiest jobs and so he returned to school with the intention of qualifying to<br />
become a civil engineer. He studied Latin, French, and Algebra, as well as the<br />
subjects he had preciously taken, with Lyon Weiss of the Modern High School in<br />
Liverpool Street, and Father Kelly of St. Aloysius’ Jesuit Day School – so<br />
successfully that he matriculated. But he went little further; with the exception of<br />
evening lectures at Sydney University in Philosophy and English, and shorthand at the<br />
School of Arts, his scholastic education ended there.<br />
1 Southerly, No. 1 1953, p 27