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MY TIME IN PERTHJust days after the US landing on the moon, we landed in Perth. We had no idea about the suburbs of Perth but had simply driven around a few weeks earlier and purchased a new house that had just been completed in Balga (now Westminster). We were at the edge of the urban sprawl at the time (10 kilometres from the city centre). There was pretty much nothing but bush between us and the next town, Wanneroo, which was a further 20 kilometres away. In the three years that we were in our store in Manjimup, we were able to save enough money to purchase our new home without needing to borrow money.
I managed to obtain a job at the Perth City Council soon after arriving
in Perth. The skills that I had acquired at the Manjimup Shire Council
proved invaluable and allowed me to progress to foreman in quick time.
One day, a road was being built in Mount Hawthorn and it started raining
and I huddled under a tree with the engineers. I asked them why they
were spending so much money constructing the road the way that they
were. They asked me how I would do it. I explained to them my ideas
and they asked how I knew all of this. I explained to them that I
did this sort of work in Manjimup. Soon after, I was promised more challenging work but, in the meanwhile, I had successfully applied to work as a fruit and vegetable manager for Coles. When I started working at Coles New World in Morley in 1972, there were only three Coles stores in Perth. By the time I had finished at Coles in 1978 there were 53 stores. When I was managing Coles Warwick, I won an Australia-wide certificate for the best manager based on profit from sales and presentation of stock. It was a close tussle between Warwick and the Darwin store. The Darwin store didn't sell nearly as much stock, but they had larger sales figures because the prices they were charging were much higher in comparison to those in Perth. I was awarded a trophy, certificate, and money for my achievement.
In 1975 whilst we were still living in Balga, we purchased an investment property in Steyning Way that we rented out. We had nothing but problems with tenants. We didn't bother to go through an agent but instead managed the property ourselves. One particular family started to fall behind in their payments and decided to pay for their rent by using cheques which started to bounce. I had to continually go back and forth arguing with them in order to get paid the outstanding money. On one occasion, when I went to try and get payment, the tenant said to me, "I don't pay money to dings." I said to him "You must have something wrong with you because you aren't living in your own house but instead living in a ding's house." At the time when I was talking to the tenant, I was leaning alongside my car with my head resting on the gutter moulding near the roof of the car. I got caught off guard and was struck in the face with the back of my head hitting the car. I can't recall exactly what happened, but know I was being choked and luckily the man's wife pulled him off me. The family packed up and were gone soon after. I sought legal advice but was told not to waste my money because these sorts of people are the kind that go from residence to residence and do not pay and even if they wanted to pay you, they can't because they simply do not have the money. Soon after, we sold the house because we were sick of continually painting and cleaning the filth left behind by the tenants. In 1978 we moved from 22 Bilinga Road in Balga to our newly built double storey house on 44 Delage Way, Balcatta.
After selling the shop in 1985, I also had stints at managing fruit and vegetable departments for Woolworths, Action, Claremont Fresh and finally Cucumber's Growers' Market in Bicton until my retirement in 1998. Well, I thought I had retired - but not for long. I was convinced by my Svato, Tanas Mechkarov (George's father-in-law), and my cousin, Mitre Marin, to do another stint at managing the Macedonian Club in North Perth as the club was starting to struggle financially and they wanted my assistance to help turn things around. I ended up in this role for a further ten years. In addition to my two stints at managing the Macedonian Club in North Perth I, together with Ristana, also did volunteer work helping with the cleaning of the Macedonian Orthodox Church of St Nikola. After our beautifully built church was completed in 1996, my son John and I donated $7,000 to have the honour and privilege of receiving the key to officially open the church door for the first time on 4th February 1996. That was a very special and happy day for our family. In 2013 in recognition of my services to the Macedonian community of Perth, I was awarded life membership.
Our church in North Perth. My first cousin, Luba Nannov, was visiting from Melbourne in July of 2018 when this photo was taken. Luba is my Striko Petre Kirev's daughter.
The Life Story of Tanas Kirev
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