Beverley Sutton, interviewed in 2005 for The Millers Point Oral History Project
When dad used to work, if he worked a late-nighter and they finished at midnight, I used to lie in bed at night and you would hear the wharves working. You’d hear the clanking of things, and not just the men working, but you’d hear the machinery that was there helping them load and unload, and then you’d hear a whistle go and you knew that the shift had finished, and within probably five to ten minutes I would hear the men, walking along the street, coming home.
When I was allocated the house in Merriman Street my father was absolutely horrified and he said to me, ‘Well, I don’t want you going around to that street. I don’t like that street.’ I hope I am not doing him a disservice here, but I think the inference was, ‘Well, they are mostly Catholics around there, that’s not a Protestant Street.’