Tales of Terror: Times Past

The Beaumont Children

Baby Boomer: Suburban Australia

My sister, cousins and I had a reasonably free childhood once we came to Australia. Our home was in Elizabeth, north of Adelaide. We could play in the street in front of our houses or go to a nearby park which didn’t require crossing the main road. We older ones could walk to the local shops for ice cream or comics and sometimes to another park when the “Trampoline Man” came for a few days in the school holidays. Our suburb was pretty quiet except at around 4pm when the local factories let out and all the workers came home.

When I was around twelve my eldest cousin and I were both allowed to go to “the big shops” at Elizabeth Town Centre or the library alone.

Me aged around 14

Even though they allowed us our freedom I’m sure our parents worried about us and we did get into trouble if we went off without telling them where we were going or failed to return at the appointed time.

Naomi and I arrived in Australia with our mum on 23 January 1966. Three days later on 26 January, three young children, Jane, Arnna, and Grant Beaumont disappeared from Glenelg beach not far from Adelaide. They were never heard of again.

Glenelg Beach in summer.jpg
By eguidetravel – https://www.flickr.com/photos/eguidetravel/5399982086/, CC BY 2.0, Link

If ever our parents needed a cautionary tale there was one. They impressed on us that we should not talk to or go off with strangers. It certainly made an impression on me because the eldest girl, Jane was the same age as me. To our parents’ credit, this didn’t stop them from letting us go places on our own but I know that mum always worried until we returned safely and I am sure my aunt and uncle did too although my cousins were not fond of walking so their dad would usually get a call to pick them up from wherever they had gone or  be asked to drive them here or there. Naomi and I usually walked everywhere.




I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.


  1. Yes Wanda Beach murders in 1965 followed by the Beaumont family in 1966. You were lucky that your Mum didn’t try to curtail you. Although I think I had more freedom, a lot more freedom, than todays children, I think these events affected my mother deeply. They certainly were well known around Australia despite television not being common in homes and news wasn’t thrown at you every minute of the day as it is now.
    Funnily I go to toastmasters in Qld with a man, Rupert Godwin who is fighting for a permanent memorial to be erected for the Beaumont children. https://www.facebook.com/7NewsAdelaide/videos/180288356208346/
    There is a petition that can be signed as well. https://www.change.org/p/missing-beaumont-children-sapol-to-dig-the-sink-hole-at-mcintyre-road-stansbury/u/23640832
    Hope you are safe from the fires where you are.
    Thanks for joining in this months Times Past.


  2. I remember me and Linda my best friend always going off to the play ground or the park totally oblivious to all the drama we caused because we were having fun and didn’t know the time. Everyone would be out looking for us in cars or on foot and we’d be in so much trouble. We didn’t understand at all. We’d just be upset about getting into trouble. I have the book “The Satin Man” It’s a very interesting book about a possible suspect in this case. It’s worth a read if you are interested in these sorts of cases.I always wish they found them so they could be laid to rest and their family members have some peace at last. What horrible tormented lives their parents must have had and look at all the things they all missed out on sharing as a family together. This happens to too many families who lose someone in a horrible way.


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