She did recall that their home was in the same street, but a little way down the road from the Manse. The family were extremely poor and had little money to spare but they were expected to contribute to the Sunday collection each week, which they could ill-afford to do. It was with envious eyes that they watched the delivery vans draw up outside the Manse and off-load the choicest of meats, freshest of vegetables, delectable cakes and confectionary. This seemed to be her most abiding memory of her childhood and she often cited this as the reason for her loss of faith in religion.
Very little else is known of her childhood but, later, the family lived in a house built by her father in Oakley, a suburb of Sydney, Australia.
In about July/August of 1986 we visited Sydney and my niece, Terry Freemantle, kindly drove us to see this house. It was the only old one remaining on that road and was much as Phillip remembered it from a visit as a child of about five years old, except that at that time the ground in front of the house was undeveloped and stretched across an open space towards a deep gully. The property had also acquired a rather ornate modern gate and we took photographs of this and the house before Terry took us to the Roman Catholic Cemetery where we managed to locate the grave of Anthony Nolan.