LUCILLE

Lucille Orr

Description

This heart warming story of self-belief and perseverance proves we can all have everything we want, if we are prepared to never give up on our goals.

Lucille has been teaching and mentoring women since 1968 at her Key Punch Centres, Australian Executive Women's Network meetings, and investing in properties with her Australian Women and Real Estate - AWARE Properties P/L branches.

Today she's working with the grandchildren of women she trained in the 60's and 70's, who are leaving high school, by assisting them to start their own enterprises with the support of experienced mentors and business partners, at her Inspire Institute of Masterminds.

Sujets

• Personal Memoirs
• Biography
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 24 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456640019
• Langue: English

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LUCILLE
“ A Lifetime Empowering Women ”
 
Autobiography
LUCILLE ORR
Best Selling Author
and Business Entrepreneur
 
 
 
 
I wish to thank all the women I employed, trained, mentored and who trusted me to manage and sell their real estate. Lucille Orr.
“ LUCILLE – A Lifetime Empowering Women ” Copyright C Lucille Orr - 2023
 
 
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Introduction
Lucille Orr
Since 1968 Lucille has dedicated her life to helping women of all ages achieve their personal and professional goals.
This book is her legacy and her memory of a life filled with love from the women ’ s lives she ’ s touched.
Her first national business was the Key Punch Centres, training and data processing bureaus with casual and permanent computer staffing services.
She opened the first word processing business in Adelaide and could only train women as men didn ’ t learn to operate the keyboard back in the seventies.
In the eighties her second national business with 19 branches across Australia was the Australian Executive Women ’ s Network, and in 1987, she launched the Australian Executive Woman of the Year Award. Telecom Australia gained naming rights in the nineties and today the Award is known as the prestigious Telecom Business W omen ’ s Awards.
In the mid-nineties Lucille moved to Sydney at the invitation of the NSW Department of State and Regional Development to assist as a Mentor and Supervisor on its inaugural ‘Women in Business’ Mentor Program.
In 2000 , at 55 years of age, Lucille faced one of her greatest challenges by starting as a trainee in real estate. Within 14 months she launched her own company AWARE Properties Pty Ltd. She wrote a book titled ‘AWARE - Australian Women And Real Estate – A Business in a Book’ to encourage more women to invest in property and work in the industry.
Lucille ’ s books, seminars, radio programs and speaking engagements have assisted thousands of women become successful in business and their chosen professions.
Today Lucille is in demand as a professional speaker, property consultant and is the Founder and President of the Australian Executive Women ’ s Network, Australian Women And Real Estate, AWARE Properties Pty Ltd, Inspire Institute of Masterminds and owns her own Book Publishing and Film Making enterprise .
Contents
Introduction
Lucille Orr
Chapter One
A Baby Boomer is Born
Chapter Two
Early Years Developing Business Skills
Chapter Three
Marriage, Business and Losses
Chapter Four
KPC – First National Enterprise
Chapter Five
An Unforgettable Holiday
Chapter Six
Life after a Car Accident
Chapter Seven
The Birth of True Love
Chapter Eight
Creating New Businesses
Chapter Nine
AEWN - Second National Enterprise
Chapter Ten
Telstra Business Women’s Awards
Chapter Eleven
NSW “Women in Business” Mentor Program
Chapter Twelve
Business Club Australia
Chapter Thirteen
AWARE – Australian Women And Real Estate
Chapter Fourteen
The Global Financial Crisis
Chapter Fifteen
My Social Media Experience
Chapter Sixteen
Hidden Legacy – TV Documentary
Chapter Seventeen
My Flatmate Family
Chapter Eighteen
Starting Again at 73
Chapter Nineteen
Reconnecting with my Higher Purpose
Chapter Twenty
Inspire Institute of Masterminds
Chapter Twenty One
Along Came Covid-19
 
Chapter One
A Baby Boomer is Born
“ Lucille you look after that voice and one day your voice will look after you. ”
M.C. Hampstead Primary School concert
 
The world was celebrating the end of World War II when I was born in Adelaide, South Australia at morning tea-time, on 31 st of August 1945. My proud parents Betty and Arthur Bradshaw decided I looked French because I was small and dark, so they christened me with the French name of Lucille.
Mother said, “ Arthur, I ’ m happy with the name as long as no-one ever shortens it to Lucy. ” I ’ ve enjoyed my uncommon name, Lucille. I thank my parents for not calling me Judith Margaret which was popular at the time and their second choice. That would have been too common. I enjoyed being different.
When I was born my brother Johnny was two and half years old. It was nice growing up because Johnny had some handsome high school friends and he even went shopping with me and helped purchase a stunning black and white, one-piece bathing costume when I was a young teenager.
At the time of our birth our parents were living in a big old home in Woodville which they shared with my mother’s sister, Auntie Mel and her family. My Mother wouldn ’ t leave her family home because our grandmother had suffered a bad stroke many years before. During the summer Grandmother lived in the basement, where it was much cooler. Evidently my mother had never gone out to work as she was the full time carer for her mother who couldn ’ t speak or do anything but lay on her back in bed all day. It must have been terrible because my grandmother had been so active all her life.
Dad bought a half-acre block of land in Manningham, Northeast of Adelaide and he rode his bike to the land as often as he could to build an asbestos garage at the back of the block. It was quite a distance and took a few hours of cycling while he built a temporary home for his family. He was a carpenter and we finally moved into the garage when I was two years old.
It was the custom those days to build a small dwelling on a block and built the main house later when you could raise more money to be able to afford to build a proper family home.
Mother didn ’ t want to move and leave our grandmother in the big home with Auntie Mel and her family, but she had no choice. Grandmother died within weeks of her leaving without the constant love and attention my mother had afforded her all those years. It did make Mother realise that she should have left years before because Grandmother had no quality of life anyway.
My Mother was the kindest most loving and generous person I knew. She would give away her last dollar if she felt someone needed it more than she did. She was from an average family; her mother was a Matron in her own private hospital in another big home in Woodville during the war years and the Great Depression. Many patients couldn ’ t pay for their surgeries; it was a very hard life in those years. Mother was always happy and had a wonderful positive attitude to life which I feel I inherited. She felt there was always someone worse off than she and appreciated everything she had in her life.
Her Father was a French merchant seaman and the story we were told was that he skipped ship when it docked at Port Adelaide and found a job working as a handyman at the Woodville Hospital where my grandmother was Matron. Evidently all the nurses fell in love with this cheeky sailor and my grandmother told them to behave themselves.
Grandmother was totally dedicated to her profession and was a spinster in her mid-thirties when Grandfather, the sailor, managed to convince her to marry him. She had three children, two girls and a boy. My Mother was the youngest child born when Grandmother was in her 40’s.
My Father had to go out to work as a teenager to earn money to feed his parents and siblings. Unfortunately, he was bitter about having to work when his father couldn ’ t find employment and never let us forget how he suffered in his youth. Although he was good to us when we were young, he changed when we became teenagers and treated us badly. He expected us to do what he had done as a lad and pay a large percentage of our small income to him for food and board. As we got older our lives were unbearable.
Mother told me I was a very shy little girl, who followed her around hanging onto her skirt, but when I was two and a half years old, I stayed with my Auntie Hilda for two weeks when Mother was in hospital giving birth to my sister Wendy. Mum told me later that she couldn ’ t believe the change in me and that I came home a different person. I was confident, had learnt to dance the Highland Fling, between two swords (sticks) placed across each other on the floor, and had a little case that contained a pair of knitting needles and ball of wool.
“ You ’ d sit and knit for ages without creating anything, ” she told me smiling. “ It kept both you and me amused watching you so industriously work at the task. I was so proud of you because you had learnt to amuse yourself and had become independent. ”
Baby Wendy had snow white hair and was a quiet little thing. As we grew up, we had a lot of neighbours with children around the same age, so we had plenty of friends to play with. When we first moved to Manningham there was a cow shed at the end of our street. I guess the owner was the local milkman. We had to put out a billy can each night and the milk was delivered to us. The milk then had to be boiled on the stove before we were allowed to drink it as back then it wasn ’ t pasteurised. The bonus was a lovely thick layer of cream on top of the milk once it had been boiled.
We had an ice-chest as there were no refrigerators in homes. The ice man came every day with a big block of ice that would slowly melt but it helped to keep butter and meat fresh. However, ice-cream we either made ourselves or one of the children would have to run down to the corner deli to buy ice-cream in the middle of the meal so it wasn ’ t too melted when it was served.
The grocer, fruit and vegetable man and baker all came to the homes daily to sell their produce. We even had a man coming around selling freshly killed rabbits. They were cheap and popular as an evening meal. There was another with an old cart who collected empty bottles (just l