
I couldn't help thinking of the song Little Boxes (see below) when I looked up the hill from Tamarama Beach.But, here, very expensive ticky-tacky boxes!
Tamarama is often nick-named "Glamarama" or "Glamourama", based on its status as an expensive suburb, and a beach where the "beautiful people" come to be seen. Tamarama may be a corruption of an Aboriginal name, Gamma Gamma, which is how it appeared on European military and naval maps of the 1860s.
Left: a nod to the more traditional aspects of the suburb in the Federation style bus stop. And can you see the family on the balcony of their ultra-modern house at the right?
Little Boxes From Wikipedia:
Little Boxes is a song written by Malvina Reynolds in 1962 that lampoons the development of suburbia and what many consider its bourgeois conformist values. It is best known through Pete Seeger's performance of the song.
Click here to hear Pete Seeger singing the song). And here it is used as a theme in the TV series,
Weeds.
Little Boxes refers to the areas of Daly City, California built in the post-war era by Henry Doelger, particularly the neighborhood of Westlake. Nancy Reynolds, daughter of Malvina Reynolds, explains:
"My mother and father were driving South from San Francisco through Daly City when my mom got the idea for the song. She asked my dad to take the wheel, and she wrote it on the way to the gathering in La Honda where she was going to sing for the Friends Committee on Legislation. When Time Magazine (I think, maybe Newsweek) wanted a photo of her pointing to the very place, she couldn’t find those houses because so many more had been built around them that the hillsides were totally covered.”Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.
And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.