Sunday, 1 February 2026

In Search of the Meisels' House Part 1

The Meisels Grand House Part 2 

In Search of the Meisels' House Part 1

Last issue, I wrote about the majestic Meisels (pronounced My- sells) house and how I was going to see if we could find any trace of its existence. We picked our day to perfection. A midweek day on a pleasant spring morning. I had my trusty assistant, Madelyn, who has the sharpest eyesight of anyone I know; her ability to find birds and animals in the bush is uncanny.  I was hoping she would find some treasures on the overgrown plot in our quest for suburban archaeology.

The only known existing picture of the Meisels property.
This picture has been edited to remove people.
Photo courtesy Gary Pope Archives.

Using a photo of the Meisels' house (the only one in existence at this point in time), a map of the old estate and a collection of Gary Pope’s memories from his childhood, which inspired this whole expedition. We were feeling confident.  I knew that the house sat on Lot 158 on Mountain Highway, and it bordered the creek that flowed under the road and ran down into the Ravine. Gary said the entrance that had a long slate rock path was the only entry point through a retaining wall that fronted the property, as there was no driveway. Gary said this entrance most likely aligned with an existing gate on the opposite side of the road.

This is not my first trip into this estate, but I was surprised by how easy it was to enter the block. Most of the land on this side of the park has steep batters rising from the road. As we walked further into the site, there was evidence of the removal with pieces of brickwork and bits of slate embedded in the dirt. One thing I discovered with other site explorations I had done, the clearing of the houses was far from absolute.

Lucky for us, there weren’t many gum trees to navigate, so it was an easy walk. I did notice a flat section to our right and made a note to check that area out. There was still hope we might find evidence of the inground pool in our journey. We continued to follow the path upwards, and within a few minutes, we hit the jackpot. About 25 metres up from the road, we found several complete stairs under a copse of trees. Judging by the ground cover, they had not been disturbed for some time. I honestly felt like I was the first person to discover them. Gary said that the original stairway path had landings about every 3 metres, and each one would have a concrete bench where people could enjoy the view. He recalled how he would see people seated up and down the path, drinks in hand, socialising. The path itself was only one brick course per level high with segmented flat rocks (which I will refer to as slate) on top. Each tread was about a man-sized step & half wide.





Madelyn and I cleaned them up to get a better view, and kudos to the workman who laid them. These steps looked beautiful and wouldn’t look out of place in an Edna Walling garden. They made it easier to imagine Gary’s recollection of all the people enjoying their afternoon gathering as I looked towards the highway below.

While clearing the steps, I also noticed a moss-covered section of brickwork, which, when we consulted our photo, we surmised may be part of a brick pillar that rose up next to the steps close to where they passed the house.  It was then that I saw a flat area eight to ten metres behind us. Gary said the pathway went all the way to the back of the house, and that is where the main entrance was. At first, I thought it was a place to park a car, until I realised that the block had no driveway. Everyone parked in the street or across the road. This flat area must have been where the back of the house ended. There was a section three metres by 10 metres with a stacked stonework retaining wall with a partial brick structure, which could only be a BBQ. As it had been laid and had rotating brick courses, there was no way this was built after the house was demolished. 

A small terrace for smaller gatherings, perhaps? This is also, according to Gary,  where his Nana, Stella Patrone, cut through from her house on Alamain Avenue to do her housekeeping work on weekdays after the weekend gatherings. The area looked like it hadn’t had any human visitors for years.

Close up of the BBQ



I was starting to think the location of the block, so close to the corner and having no real area to walk, was not used by many people to trek through. I also noticed there seemed to be a lot less general rubbish on this block compared to others I’d visited.

The area where the BBQ is situated


pieces of the BBQ grate


Another thing that stood out was the ease it was to move around on foot, though it still had the steep gradient in places, mainly where the house stood, and other parts towards the front next to the creek and the rear area. Where the BBQ was, it was very level and with a mow, could easily be transformed into lawn. The area to the right was comparatively less dense with tree growth than the creek side, but there were lots of wild grass and small bushes. Despite the ground cover down in this area, it looked surprisingly level.

Where most of the National Park side of the road heading up to Sassafras was steep, I think I had figured out why there was a flat, relatively easy-to-access entry point on the Meisel block. Especially for a plot that had no original driveway.

To be concluded.......

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