But his mum's response was an unusual one: "I started to leave him on the house veranda, with a harness and lead to secure him, with plenty of toys all around him. Martin Bryant was not the first toddler to love wandering, to show a spirit for adventure or levels of energy that could try a saint. He would disappear regularly from their house, his parents finding him in the strangest places, once on top of the chook pen next door or even further afield, playing quietly on a swing way across the other side of the railway line that ran north from Hobart along the Derwent's western foreshore.
If Carleen and Martin had difficulties bonding - and her recollections would clearly suggest this - she really began to struggle when he grew into a toddler. It says much about Carleen's own stoic nature that she also took his rejection of breastfeeding in her stride, explaining it away to his seemingly unquenchable appetite.īy the time Martin was 16 months old, however, he was not only walking but running, climbing - and escaping - and his mother was starting to find it difficult to cope. She remembers her little boy as happy and contented and she appeared unfazed, even in hindsight, by a baby who rejected cuddles and any sign of physical affection. Martin Bryant with his father Maurice and baby sister Lindy.įor Carleen, the first year or so as a mother passed relatively peacefully.
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