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SUMMER COMES AND SO DOES MY 10,000th HIT.

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How good is the  Internet ? A few years and a few tears back, I could no more have accessed a public forum for journals, images, music, videos, genealogy than I could have knitted new clothes for my coming grandchild. My father, Bruce Sanders, wanted his 2/3 Pioneer Battalion Story published but we simply didn’t have the resources. Now – here it is! How good is that ? This Particular Blog  of mine is about to hit 10,00 and I thank you all.

The mutual sharing is another dimension that works for me. I am not always able to travel and sometimes I don’t get out much at all. I also have a tendency to be overcome by what I like to call Acedia – in various forms – and NOW – I am no longer locked in at home alone. This is truly the Global Village for me.

Now – as we come into an Australian Summertime. and the closing of 2009 – I shall take a look at 2009- as it has been.

It was the year in which Izzy and I both turned 60 – 1949 children. I think I had best rephrase that. We were born in 1949.  2009 was the year in which we moved from the Tweed to the Clarence, in which my daughter newly turned 30 became pregnant with her first child. My granddaughters  turned 5 and 10. A most interesting time it has been.

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Last Christmas, we, as a family,  were to meet in  Kalang on Boxing Day for Kati B’s 30th birthday and Christmas Day, Izzy and I were to spend alone at Bilambil Cottage where we were living.

We were out and about in the morning and received an impromptu invite to Lorraine’s for lunch with a dozen or so guests. Plenty of good foods and good company. A sober affair so it was and I enjoyed it up behind Scenic Drive in Tweed Heads  West.

Spent the rest of the day at home with our swimming pool and tennis court. 

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The next home for us was already starting to be listed on realestate.com.au.  I didn’t realise then that it would become a place of rather deep emotional and mental impact. 2009 is the last year of my 50s and time seems to have wrapped itself around me and curled into the core of me. Memories of 20 years of Addiction and 20 years of Recovery were waiting for in this 100 year old house as well as the history of my family and my childhood.  I intended entering my 60s  consciously and cautiously, knowing this – IT WILL BE DIFFERENT. And it has been a gentle, explorative time with a good deal of ‘ thinking’ going on.

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Briefly this is my locational history.

1949-1950 – CANTERBURY ROAD HURSLTONE PARK SYDNEY. SANDERS FAMILY HOME.
1950-1970 -  27 PAXTON AVENUE, BELMORE. SYDNEY. HOUSE BUILT BY DAD.  
1970 – TUMBARUMBA . TEACHING AT ROSEWOOD.  
1971 – QUEANBEYAN SOUTH. TEACHING.
1972 – PAXTON AVE.  TEACHING IN LAKEMBA.
1973 – DRUMMOYNE, BALMAIN , CHISWICK, PORT DOUGLAS – CAMPING ON 4 MILE BEACH – YAHT UTIEKAH III- URUNGA.
1974-1977 – URUNGA IN VARIOUS LOCATIONS, INC WHITE ROSE TRADING COMPANY.
1977 – SYDNEY – GLEBE AND TAYLOR SQUARE.
1978 – 1987 – BELLINGEN AND  URUNGA – MARRIAGE AND CHILDREN.
1987 –1994 – SYDNEY. DRUG REHAB. BONDI. SOUTH COOGEE AND BACK TO TEACHING.
1994 – 2001 – URUNGA AND BELLINGEN.
2001-2009 – TWEED RIVER INC TUMBULGUN, BILAMBIL WITH SHORT TIMES IN TUGUN AND BRISBANE.
2009 – ULMARRA.

 

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In January of 2009, the Armidale Mob came to Bilambil Cottage for a Summer Holiday. That was a ‘ classic’ summer holiday. I must have had some sweet stars shining on me this year because, despite the transitional turmoil and my own inclination to distress, I have had a goodly share of Sweet Moments, Classically Good Experiences and of events turning out just as I had planned and hoped for.

The Summer holiday was one of them as was the 30th birthday of Kati B.

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We took the Poppy to the beach at Pottsville. They have been living in Armidale for years now and she hasn’t been beaching since she was a baby. We also continued our cafe experience which is rather extensive . The EATZ CAFE at Pottsville featured real Beach Food. None of which I can now recall but they had tropical names and strange drinks – a 60s flashback which I enjoyed after one too many trendoid, generic eateries such as the infamous Blue Frog in Toowong, Brisbane.

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I lived in Bilambil Cottage for 4 years and in deciding to leave, we took our time in choosing where we wanted to go and when and why and how etc. The Cottage was tiny but exquisite with a view over the Bilambil Valley and out to the Coral Sea, During the Mob’s Holiday, we sat outside of an evening and watched the bats fly over and the long nose come out to feed from the long grasses.  The Poppy learned to swim and discovered the wonder of being a Mermaid.

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We also visited the beach at Kingscliff. The Mob had lived at Kingscliff before going up the mountain. I thought that when we moved south we might miss the exotic birds and plants of the Tweed. Tweed is on the NSW/ QUEENSLAND border.

Are these baobab trees ? I like the word and haven’t checked to see whether these are baobabs or not.

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One thing I knew I wouldn’t miss was the BILAMBIL SPORTS CLUB.

I enjoyed it for a goodly length of time but things went amiss and the decor was never a good look. The Club is set in the Valley. A lovely setting with a creek beside it and playing fields, paddocks with horses and the hills rising on either side.

The Bilambil Village is tiny and part of a loop drive enjoyed by Many. However, the Club doesn’t open till  3pm, serves food only a couple of nights a week, doesnt cater for vegetarians AT ALL and is decorated as you can see on the left. The music scene which thrived there has shrivelled to nothing. Lots of potential going unused.

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BIRTHDAYS, BABIES AND CIRCUSES

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This weekend, Charlie came down from Armidale for a visit.

For me, its working well, being near the Family.  Izzy is battling a little with the music which is still mainly situated further north. This weekend was circus and celebrations. That’s a fine thing, that is.

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I had concentrated on our black and white cows all week , wondering what on earth the four black and white cows at the CIRCUS ROYALE were going to do as TRICKS.  My cows didn’t appear with anything specially impressive but the cows at the circus surely did. They stood on hind legs with forelegs on small podia while a miniature white horse danced and ducked under and between their legs. Marvellous!

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The day before the Mob came, a mist settled on the area and stayed there till almost lunchtime. The BookMan said that on his way down from Maclean, as he turned onto the Pacific Highway, he couldn’t see whether or not there was traffic coming at him. Must be the river flats, methinks, that let it sit so low for so long.

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We located the CIRCUS in the park in SOUTH GRAFTON.  We had phone booked for four adults and two children and picked the tickets up from the Circus Office. Circuses haven’t featured greatly in my life so each step was a ‘learning experience’.

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They say its a million dollar big top tent and are advertising for clowns. There were no photos allowed at all inside the Big Top and there were enough heavies to make it look a wise idea to be obedient to that one.

The two things I liked best were the Cows and the men in black running back and forth with ropes pulling up the rigging. Hadn’t seen anything like it since being on the UTIEKAH III in 1973.

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We were also inspired to create a SLEEPOUT. One of the things which had attracted us to Grafton months ago was the advertising in the real estate sites of homes with SLEEPOUTS. Under this inspiration and despite the plentiful supply of spare rooms, we took ourselves to RIVERSIDE Centre in South Grafton, acquired a single bed, brought it home and bolted it together  ready for the Sleepout for Granddaughter No 1.

One problem – the bed was longer than the sleepout area was wide.

THAT DID NOT STOP US.

   

ONLINE AT LAST

Glory Be ! Up here in the Attic, I am at last ONLINE.

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Much like the Bridge of the Starship, Enterprise, so I am told. What I know is that I now have workable internet. Vodafone can do what it pleases as long as I don’t have to deal with IT again. I don’t even want to talk to my electronic friend , Lara, anymore. I give credit to the upgrades department, which despite failing to upgrade me and still charging for one account when they had said they would not, was staffed by courteous, literate, savvy young people. Au Revoir VF. May our paths not cross again.

Now, I am ONLINE but still in the process of adapting to the 21st century. That means it might take a while before I feel secure in the new situation. For today, CELEBRATIONS and off to Bellingen to fetch Kati B.

A VERY WEALTHY WOMAN

 

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In my own way, I am a very Wealthy Woman. I now have the Fridge. That’s the two lads delivering it a week late and refusing to carry it up the 8 steps unless we paid another $15 which Izzy refused to pay. Fortunately, we seconded our next door neighbour and Izzy and the neighbour brought it up the stairs. So, we now have a fine fridge.

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These are the signs at the intersection of COLDSTREAM STREET and the PACIFIC HIGHWAY, ULMARRA. Andrew from WIDE RIVER says – SEE ULMARRA – IT WON’T TAKE LONG.

Well, theoretically it shouldn’t take long but in practice, we have been known to take hours in the Village.

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Include the many mandarines on the trees beside the house.

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I have read poetry at an Austlit Breakfast at the WORDSMITHS CAFE in the ST LUCIA CAMPUS of the UNIVERSITY OF QUEENSLAND in BRISBANE.

 
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I lived for many years in the small town of Urunga and over the last year have eaten there with my daughter at the BOARDWALK CAFE. We have wonderful breakfasts at the BOARDWALK and are served by young men whom I once taught.

KATHMADNANA My Grandchildren learned to swim in my own very excellent swimming pool, way up on the Queensland border.

COLD AND WINDY

Following a few warm and pleasant days, the cold winds come from the west. They brought the brolgas out into the paddock opposite. Blue Brolgas, Jenni at Wide River told me. Thats because they’re grey.  The fridge is once again supposed to arrive today.After 2.30pm. Yesterday I purchased 2 beds and they are to come on Monday. I am feeling very DELAYED this week. Kati B couldn’t get anyone to feed the horses on Saturday so she’s off till next weekend and the Sunshine People are likewise postponed and here it is COLD and WINDY.

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No matter. I have work to do. The Net is allowing a little more access than is usual. I can work on my father’s 2/3 Pioneer site. I can continue unpacking and decorating. And I can wait for the Fridge. 

AND ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF LIFE

Exploring a new town is really an adventure. For me there is something elusively attractive about exploring a town only 100kms or so from where I have lived most of my adult life. Today we took a look at another section of South Grafton. It wasn’t as uniquely ‘old’ as Skinner Street and environs and yet we enjoyed it. We enjoyed the small details. The storage sheds on Lilypool Road where 2 washing machines sat outside Bob’s shed.

We chatted with the Appliance repair man who is also the agent for WESTNET internet. He gave us a sliver of hope for brighter times ahead. He also berated the other providers for their service to this area. Told us of a satellite connection needed right there in town due to no other service being able to connect. Reassured me that we were not simply paranoid. How insane is this country? Meanwhile on the brighter side, we then walked into the general store next door. Thats on the Armidale Road. It was a fine general store. I LOVE GENERAL STORES. Then on to the Little shopping centre next to it . it houses a hotel called the GOOD INTENT. Great Name for a pub. It also houses the RIVERSIDE CARE OPSHOP which had a desk for sale for $75. What a beautiful desk it is !!!!

Bargain prices. Clean. Really helpful.  Lunched at the takeaways. Home made vegie patties and REAL Scallops and my favourite pineapple fritter.  The bakery looks good as well and opens at 4.30am.

We crossed the BENDY BRIDGE into town and shopped at Woolies wonderworld in the new SHOPPINGWORLD and home we came. Not bad. Not bad at all.

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ULMARRA ON A FRIDAY

The first Frosty morning. I shall look back and consider matters. The order will bear little chronology or obvious purpose.

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This week I went South to Bellingen. I do believe we encountered the first winter snap. Kati B was minding a house. Bellingen was one of the North Coast towns invaded by the hippies on the hippy trail in the 1970s. I was amongst them – in my own way. Over the years, more incomers have arrived and all manner of habitations and ways of life have evolved. This one at Brierfield is an example of a family home built on experiences and time. It still requires a fire to heat the water but it also has a wood fire of grand proportions . The family are of Belgian descent and finishing touches feature quirks and exotic influences. One wee bird comes to the verandah rail to feed.

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Back in Ulmarra, I have located the swing park down on the riversedge. It features a flying fox and all the basic necessities. The gardens in the park are signed with pithy sayings and edible sections. I don’t know who takes care of the park. Someone mysterious methinks because its not a generic computerised one size fits all place. The wee signs appear to be handmade and the flowers remind me of Nana Bell’s house in Rosebery in the 1950s and 1960s.

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RAINBOW BAY QUEENSLAND.

I have lived, since 2001, on the Tweed.  That included RAINBOW BAY and COOLANGATTA as well as TUMBULGUM and BILAMBIL. It was there that I discovered a good deal about the BELL FAMILY, my maternal grandfather’s Scottish people.

It was there that my granddaughter was born in 2004. TWEED HEADS HOSPITAL.

I am now glad to be South again watching NSW TV. Even with frost on the grass, I am at this stage glad to be here.

FROST ON THE LAWN

Floods and now frost. One month we have been here. I have been in the North for 8 years and not had frost on the lawn at all.

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I am not very “good” with the cold so frost has been a shock. From Bellingen years, I have a small recollection of frost being the thing which sweetens the mandarines on the tree and I have a lot of mandarines on the tree. There are 2 other citrus trees as well so we will see how much sweetening is happening.

MONDAY OF A LONG WEEKEND

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Our kitchen table has come all the way from a PADDINGTON secondhand shop in Brisbane through to RED HILL, AUCHENFLOWER, BILAMBIL and now to ULMARRA. The fuel stove which was on the realestate.com.au website had vanished by the time we moved in and we are left with a filthy hearth.

The house in Ulmarra is dilapidated. It belongs to the RTA. The ROADS AND TRANSPORT AUTHORITY of NSW. That’s a Government Department. As we hear the story, this house and one beside it, as well perhaps as another which has now been demolished, were purchased with the view of an ULMARRA BYPASS being put through here.  No consideration of heritage or history or homelessness. Now this one has been unloved longtime and the one beside is to be condemned and destroyed. It seems the Bypass isn’t even to pass through here.

As for our house, there is work to be done and tenderness to be shown. Lawns to be mown following the inundation. A smell seeps up through the grass and mud. 

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MOVING HOUSE

 

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Re-locating in all its dimensions remains an interesting process. The house is now chosen. The details are to be attended  to.

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Heading South in search of Home, we stopped in at NEW ITALY for lunch and coffee. There was a residence there for $160 a week and that appealed. Izzy could have sat with hat at feet and guitar in hand to supplement our income.

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We stayed with the original plan and proceeded down the Pacific Highway. NSW No 1 Road. Through the Cane to the Clarence.

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After some scruffling and confusion we chose the house.

AUSSIE DAY EVE AT ILNAM

CHECK IZZY FOREAL’S SITE

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LAND OF THE RINGS

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THE CREATION OF THE ROSE’S 9TH BIRTHDAY CAKE.

Meanwhile – Back in BILAMBIL and the rain is also here as it was elsewhere. More like the SCOTTISH mists I have been reading of than sub-tropical Australia.

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And in a previously Meanwhile, Back to the ROUND TRIP. One of the places we ventured into as we took more than a week to cover several hundred kilometres was KARUAH.

I wanted to do that. It is another BY-PASSED town. I am interested in the effects of Highway By Passes which leave us now driving through the GREEN DESERTS.  The day was hot – reminiscent of summer holidays and Karuah Pauses en route from Sydney to Urunga. The difference was in the absolute quietness of the newly by-passed. Eerie. With it came a slight fear that we would not find food of our variety and this did seem likely. I had seen the Pool – netted in the Saltwater. That was intact and looking good. But the main street was hot and High Noon in character.

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Then we came to the Cafe shown above left and it was EXCELLENT. Bravo indeed! Courteous. Great Food. Friendly people. The Chef who was not only beautiful but also generous of spirit , sent me through to the household’s own private Loo and sent the lads in the living area skedaddling to give me privacy. How Good is that !

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TAREE is also another By-Passed town. I went there with my Father not long before he became too ill to travel. In fact he was too ill to travel the day we went there. We had been to the Entrance to a Reunion of the 2/3 Pioneer Battalion and as we returned to Urunga in mid Summer heat he fell ill and we pulled into Taree. That’s when I found another of my derided North Coast towns has discovered a Grace and Tastefulness and Character of its own.  In fact it was in an Hotel in Taree with my father that I was introduced to caramellised banana. Had not expected Taree to know of something I didn’t. ( That’s because I am deluded and arrogant).

This time we stayed in the ALL SEASONS MOTEL just south of town. We tried another Motel Just before leaving town and considered it “ a bit dodgy”. The ALL SEASONS however was again a WINNER. Family operated and despite the near swimming disaster caused by the need to chemicalise the pool following some partiers – I liked the ALL SEASONS. A Lot.

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15 July 1848 MAITLAND MERCURY

MADAME SAHARY

BRAVO CAPITAINE !

THE ALL SEASONS MOTEL AND THE PIZZA CAFE IN KARUAH – PROUD WINNERS OF THE MADAME SAHARY SEAL OF APPROVAL. BRAVO MES CHERS !

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READ OF THE 1855 TRIP UP THE KARUAH RIVER TO PUMPKIN POINT.

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The Maitland Mercury… Saturday 14 April 1855

Captain Campbell, of the ship Wharfield, has performed a feat which was considered impracticable for many years, in taking his vessel, deeply laden, and drawing 9 feet 6 inches of water, up the Karuah River to Pumpkin Point.

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FLAME TREES AND JACARANDAS

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The Maitland Mercury… Saturday 7 August 1880

BANK HOLIDAY.-Monday, August 2nd.
There was a party organized by some gentlemen of Maitland and Newcastle to spend this day kangarooing and fishing, on the Karuah, near to Stroud. A party of gentlemen arrived by the Goolwa, and met a few sportsmen from this district. As far as kangaroos were concerned, we believe that few were seen. We have neither seen, or heard from the fish.

Stroud, August 4.

URUNGA IN THE NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS.

My parents came to URUNGA in 1948 for their honeymoon. Met, fell in love, were engaged in 3 weeks and married in 3 months. Stayed married for 53 years when my Mum passed away. Every Christmas holidays we spent in URUNGA. Then in the 1970s, we began to move one or two at a time from SYDNEY north to URUNGA and make our homes there. That led to marriages and births and then on to all the makings of an extended family life. Careers and deaths and etc, etc, etc. This morning I decided to take a look at URUNGA in my beloved NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. There seem to be only 116 entries for URUNGA but we will see.

Unfortunately, quite a few of these mentions refer to other matters. The NLA DIGITISATION PROJECT is a beta version – warm to my anarchistic, socialist, non-capitalist soul – provided free of charge unlike many of the historical sources which require financial reimbursement for public information ( usually sugar coated in their explanations of why this is necessary but the outcome is the same as being unable to afford a dentist). What the NLA does is offer the scans of the newspapers along with a column on the left of electronic transcription which is often gobbledygook. Then, without any obligation to do so at all, you are invited to assist them in this massive project by a wee bit of editing or tagging or commenting.

When it comes to URUNGA, the first entries refer to such things as LACE, or electronically translates ORANGE into URUNGA. Nevertheless, onto the next articles.

The first article I find which actually mentions URUNGA appears to refer to a horse in the SUBURBAN HANDICAP in, I think, Melbourne.

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The Argus Monday 9 October 1916, page 5. Detailed lists, results, guides

Then  later in 1916, an A.S. ATKINS of URUNGA is listed as dying of illness during WWI.

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The Argus Friday 12 January 1917, page 8. Detailed lists, results, guides

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The Argus Saturday 19 January 1918, page 21.

GEMBROOK, URUNGA.-Comfortable Accommo-

dation, farm produce, nice position, near sta-

tion, fern gullies. – E. Smith.

I suspect this URUNGA in Melbourne papers is someplace in Victoria and not OUR URUNGA. The other URUNGA which is mentioned often is a ship of some description which I shall look at some other time.

 

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The Argus Saturday 8 March 1924, page 13. Family Notices

Percy Brown’s mother, ELLEN BROWN, died in Geelong.

 

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The Argus Tuesday 5 April 1927, page 17. News

SWEPT OUT TO SEA.

TWO MEN IN ROWING BOAT.

Dredge Seaman Drowned.

SYDNEY, Monday – A telegram from
Urunga, 305 miles north from Syd
ney, states that two members of the
crew of the dredge Bellinger, who were in
a rowing boat, got into difficulties at the
entrance to the Bellinger River on Satur
dav afternoon Charles Butt, a single man
and a native of England was drowned and
Duncan Dees suffered so severelv from im
mersion that he was admitted to the dis
trict hospital

The men set out from Urunga to row to
the dredge, which was moored near the
north bank of the river. The tide was
running so strongly that no headway could
be made, and the boat was swept seaward
Llfe-savers threw lines from the break
water, and Dees managed to scramble
ashore. A heavy sea, which was running on
the bar upset the boat and Butt was car

ried away and not seen again.

 

EARLY RADIO DAYS.

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The Canberra Times Friday 20 May 1927, page 12

RIVALS IN RADIO GOOD OR BAD ANNOUNCER

From Urunga, North Coast, came
word: “Canberra programme clearly
heard by large audiences, including all
the children.” A message from Young

stated: “Congratulations and apprecia-
tions on Canberra broadcast. A great
number of townspeople were delighted
with the transmission.”

So there you are-apparently every
listener claims the right to hear for
himself and express his own opinion
emphatically

 

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he Argus Monday 24 December 1928, page 6. News

STRANDED STEAMER NAMBUCCA.

SYDNEY, Sunday.-The position of the steamer
Nambucca, which ran aground on the south
spit at Urunga (Bellinger Heads) on Thursday night
is favourable, and the master (Captain Gould) is
hopeful that the vessel will be refloated at high

tide to-morrow mowing;. The vessel is in a pro

tectedl position, and has moved into deeper water
as the result of the several efforts made so far

to refloat her.

The Nambucca is a twln-screw wooden steamer
of 415 gross tonnage, and is owned by the North
Coast Steam Navigation Company

 

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The Canberra Times Thursday 28 November 1929, page 2.

FIRE AT URUNGA

Buildings Destroyed

URUNGA, Wednesday.

A block of buildings was totally des-
troyed by fire to-day . Four buildings
were involved, including Brldge’s store.

The bucket brigade prevented the fire
from spreading.

FOR MORE URUNGA NEWS CHECK THE NLA WEBSITE.

  • A GYPSY MOTH AEROPLANE ATTEMPTS TO TAKE OFF FROM THE GOLF COURSE. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2268435 IN DECEMBER 1929
  • The Courier-Mail Tuesday 17 April 1934, page 13. News 215 words

    … SOUTH EXPRESS HELD UP Goods Train Truck Derailed GRAFTON, April 16. The Brisbane to Sydney express tram Is held up to-night at Raleigh as the result of the derailment of a truck on a goods train between Urunga and Nambucca. The axle box on a truck attached to the’ Taree-South Grafton goods train…

     

    ABORIGINE’S DEATH Post Mortem Ordered SYDNEY, Wednesday.

    The Canberra Times Thursday 28 February 1935, page 2. News 79 words

    … ABORIGINE’S DEATH Post Mortem Ordered SYDNEY, Wednesday. The police have been informed that Ernest Taylor, 53, a full-blooded aborigine, rigine, after having dinner with his family at Urunga last Sunday night, suddenly collapsed and died, and that a. doctor declined to give a certificate of death….

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The Canberra Times Wednesday 28 December 1938, page 3

Shark Victim Feared

SYDNEY, Tuesday.

Daniel, Grahame. 19. of Deervale,
near Dorrigo, disappeared whilst

swimming in the surf at Northbank,
two miles from Urunga.

He was swimming not far from the
beach when he threw up his arms and
sank. , It is believed that he was
taken by a shark

 

  • http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2641536 URUNGA BECOMES THE SETTING FOR EVENTS WHICH LEAD TO A CAPTAIN OF THE 9th DIVISION BEING COURTMARTIALLED. IT APPEARS THAT SAID CAPTAIN AND AN AWAS STAYED AT THE SAME HOTEL ON THE SAME NIGHT. 1942

 

  • URUNGA DONATED THE REMARKABLE SUM OF 33 POUNDS TO THE CHRISTMAS HAMPERS FOR THE SOLDIERS. THE COMFORT FUND. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2649258 The Canberra Times Thursday 16 September 1943, page 3.

 

  • IN THE 1940s THE URUNGA SOLDIERS ARE FEATURED IN CASUALTY LISTS. They include the Vaughan boys and Marting and Lowe.

 

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The Canberra Times Monday 9 July 1945, page 2. News

ARMED HOLD-UP OF

OLD MAN IN HUT

NEWCASTLE Sundav.

Armed with a pearifle and a hand-
kerchief over his face a man held up
Richard Strange, 72, in a hut in the
bush three miles from Urunga, on the

North Coast, on Saturday evening.

“This is no joke. Stick them. up.
Your money is in your pocket,” the
bandit is alleged to have said.

Strange ran into his hut and he
told the police that two shots were
fired, one entering the roof.

Detective Pollick is investigating.

Strange told the West Kempsey
police that he had £10 in his trouser’s
pocket at the time but he had not

been robbed.

He said that the intruder was about

l8 years old and of medium build.

WHO WAS THAT YOUNG MAN ?

DEATH.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article969388

The Argus Wednesday 5 September 1945, page 2

COLLIE.-On September 3, at Urunga,
North Coast, New South Wales, Frederick
Charles, son of the late Joseph and Jessie

Collie, beloved twin brother of William Rus-

sell.

AND TO WRAP IT UP, EVEN THOUGH THE PERSONS INVOLVED WERE ONLY COMING TO URUNGA EN ROUTE TO KEMPSEY, THIS IRRESISTIBLE WEDDING PARTY;

WEDDINGS.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article1115503

The Courier-Mail Tuesday 5 September 1933, page 18. News

Knauer-Whitmore.

At St Mark s Church of England
Warwick on August 19 the marriage
was solemnised by Canon Neal of Mr
V C (Jim) Knauer (second son of

Mrs K Knauer Frederickton Kemp
ey New South Wales) and Miss Edna
Lilian Whitmore (eldest daughter of
Mrs Whitmore Commercial Hotel
Warwick) Miss M Anstey presided
at the organ. The bride wwho was
given away by Mr R W Potter (Bris-
bane) wore a gown of old gold romaine
made on directoire lines and on the
shoulders a series of frills were ar
ranged to form epaulettes. Her pale
gold filmy veil was inlet with gold
lace and she carried gold and red
flowers. Her two sisters, Misses N
and I Whitmore who were the
bridesmaids wore tomato red frocks
with turbans of old gold Romaine
They carried muffs of red and gold
flowers. Mr O Free was best man
and Mr Cliffoid Walsh (Adelaide) was
the groomsman. The reception was
held at the Commercial Hotel On
leaving for Brisbane and Urunga en
route to Kempsey the bride wore a
travelling frock of navy blue with a
hat to match in fur felt.

1smokinglady002 VERY DASHING INDEED ! WINNER OF SAHARY SEAL OF APPROVAL.

AND IN TRUE URUNGA TRADITION – UP THERE WITH OYSTER CUTS IN THE FOOT AND SANDLFY BITES IS THE STORY OF THE FISHHOOK.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article1167453

The Courier-Mail Tuesday 6 February 1934, page 12

FISH HOOK IN EYE

Man May Lose Its Sight

GRAFTON, February 5.

A Sydney visitor to the seaside re-
sort at Urunga, Mr. J. Highbrow, may
lose the sight of one eye as the result
of an accident whilst fishing.

Mr. Highbrow’s companion was pull-
ing the line in when the end of the

line flicked upwards and the hook
entered the ball of Mr. Highbrow’s
rieht eye. The hook was so firmly em-
bedded that surgical assistance had to
be sought, a delicate operation being
performed to remove the barb. The
injured mani left for Sydney to consult
a specialist, but it is believed that he
will lose the sight of the eye.

 

A WETTER ONE THAN THE DAY BEFORE

IN fact yesterday  wasn’t wet at all but today is. Not that we mind having sat up all night in Accident and Emergency in TWEED HOSPITAL. Izzy had had a turn so he had. An incident. Always an interesting experience  to be sitting at night in hospital watching and waiting. Saw a lot of things there so I did. I did not however take a foto of any of it. Fortunately for me. Across the way from me was a young mother with her son of 10 years age or so. We had all been there for hours – anxious for our loved ones – chilled by the intermittent sweep of air conditioning and automatic opening doors. Tempted by the $1.60 Nescafe coffee machine or the rows of chocolate and chips and soft drinks.

Young Mother approaches TRIAGE counter – asks a simple question – Was that our names the doctor called ?

Assistant behind protective counter replied with “body language” clearly affronted by the Waiting Mother asking any question at all and a statement that doctor would see them in due course and that Young Mother was Rude. Young mother proceeded from her seat to TAKE FOTOS. The TAKING OF FOTOS led to 3 security men and one nursing unit manager appearing behind a second set of screens and all manner of precautions were put into place in case YOUNG MOTHER acted in a manner unbefitting a TWEED HOSPITAL waiting room.

So I am glad I kept the camera secreted in my Crumpler Travelling Bag.

Izzy was seen by a young American doctor dressed in American TV EMERGENCY ROOM uniform. name and details embroidered on the front and a caring, concerned attitude and a demand that Iz stay overnight lest he die or suffer a major disability. The young caring doctor wrote a covering letter to make it clear that we were leaving against his advice and if we did indeed perish – WE HAD BEEN WARNED – in writing. So we came on home and the large spider attempted to enter the Charade en route but failed. Iz slept in an upright position all night in case he DID A PERISH and morning arrived with us both still living and WET WEATHER  here hours earlier than predicted.

One of the female doctors last night who was NOT in uniform, wore very high heels. She was tall as it was but added impressive inches to a night in the E.R.

We have had a good deal of wet weather here in Bilambil. 3 years or more I have been here and seen some fine WEATHER EVENTS. Today is one of them. The driving, flooding rains which give me Divine permission to STAY HOME. Even Vodafone is working like real broadband.

Its cold. The heater is on and the rain is falling and all is well. We have the new GOOGLE CHROME browser . Another BETA experience and a pleasure as are the NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. Time for afternoon repose and memories of other raining times.

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Such as Izzy and Les outside the Bilambil Sports Club after the floods passed through.

 

FOTOS AND THOUGHTS ON FIRST DAY OF BEIJING OLYMPICS

FISHIJNG CLUB 001 We found this painting in the Antique shop in DORRIGO NSW between the Kids in ARMIDALE and Kati B and IMM in KALANG. A vast old shop which has 3 previous influences on my life. The painting is of the 2nd Scots Church in Sydney in the 19th Century. Melinda and Basil Kendall married in the 2nd Scots Church but we think it was a month or so before this building was completed and likely they were in the courthouse or another nearby building.

The previous three influences of this corner shop in Dorrigo on me were :-

  1. When I was a newly formed adolescent, we did our once a year holiday in Urunga , one day trip to Dorrigo and in the corner shop in Dorrigo which then operated as a massive general store, I was looking at 2 piece costumes when the lady assistant made it clear that a size 32 top was not the size to be considering the wearing of a 2 piece costume. It did the combined effect on me of  a) shattering my fragile self image and b) inspiring a militant I WILL SHOW YOU attitude which contributed to my later wearing a black bikini on Manly Beach which did not conform with the Council By-Laws.
  2. When Tony Bahles and I had the WHITE ROSE TRADING COMPANY in URUNGA in the early 1970s the REFORMATION had begun and  we went to the corner shop in Dorrigo as they ripped out the fittings and sold out such things as the CASH REGISTER and the cedar shop counter. We bought odds and ends from them and donated some to Urunga Museum before they were all discarded lightly.
  3. The third impactful time for me is not so much the corner shop other than getting of the Keans Coach from Urunga to Armidale and standing beside it before the present owner restored it to a state of wonderment – I stood there on the corner of what seemed a cold and bleak wasteland, and thought back on the 1960s and 1970s ans was rather sad. Then I took myself into a cafe and it turned out to be Lynne Beverige’s cafe and in the 4 minutes I had before the Keans Coach took off – she told me how she had come to be with the partner she was then with and I knew one day it would come in useful in my life and so it has.

TUMBULGUM

TUMBULGUM FAWCETT 

I lived here once. For several years. Fawcett Street Tumbulgum. Its a fine place is Tumbulgum. I was happy there. The Mad O’Brians lived underneath for a time. Just one block to the right is the Tweed River where it meets the Rous.  Tumbulgum has 7 streets. The cane fields surround it. When I first moved in there with the Guy , they still burned the cane. I have always been VERY fond of sugar and fire and living in Tumbulgum I had both. As well as the River. Always been fond of Rivers. Big ones with jetties and boats. Tumbulgum has houseboats.

It has a very good pizza cafe as well called the BIRDWING after the Tweed River Butterflies. They came one year when I lived there in their masses. Many Colours. Many patterns. Condong snow came too from the Canefires. Little Kathy liked the Condong Snow. Black it was and came down on the washing out the back and on the cars. I loved Condong Snow. Its like the song Coast FM is playing at the moment – ” You promised you’d be here whenever it snows”.

Tumbulgum also has a Tavern and an Art Gallery as well as a very fine Corner Store and Post Office. It has no letterboxes. When we lived there we went around each day to the Post Office Store and collected the mail. Not that I am one to get much mail. I don’t really care for Mail.

We had a grand party there one year – it rained but that didn’t stop us and we played croquet in the backyard.  I live over the Hills from Tumbulgum now – not far. We go there for lunch at the Birdwing on occasion. I liked living there. A film company took the town over for a week or so. Built props in the former service station and re-facaded the buildings and we all pretended it was Hawaii for a week. Well Guy didn’t. He was still set on making it from Fawcett Street to the Pub and did so regardless of any film company. He also wasn’t allowing a film company to prevent little Kathy from having her swim in the Tweed River.

On another occasion a barefooted water skier skied up and down for 48 hours non stop and the town closed off Riverside Drive. We had a movie screen and watched Stuart Little II and cheered – Rah Rah Rah each time the barefooted water skier went by.

Tumbulgum is prone to flooding as the Tweed rises from the right and the sugar cane canals flood in from the left and the back. I was living under the house for several of those floods . The Mad O’Brians were there for others. The rodents and arachnids and serpents and cane toads and me. All feet off the ground under the house watching the waters rise. The neighbourhood would begin to call out alerts and we moved our cars across the Tumbulgum Bridge where the waters didn’t reach and waited out the floods in our elevated houses. Floods didn’t stop Guy getting round to the pub either. People tied boats up at the front verandah.

Its a good life the Tumbulgum life.

My father was still alive when I lived there in 2002,2003,2004 and he always sent my mail to TUMBLE GUM. A very literate man, my dad, but he liked the look and sound of TUMBLE GUM.

Its only this year, 2008, that I discover that my mother’s family the BELLS owned 300 acres of land between Tumbulgum and Condong. No wonder it felt like home. John Bell was my great grandfather. He was the son of James Bell the Glaswegian convict from Gallowsgate who was transported in 1831. I had always known John Bell as ” The invalid Mr bell’ – husband of Granny Bell ” a legend in her own lifetime”. The ” invalid Mr Bell” became invalided right there in Tumbulgum back in the 1880s/1890s somewhere in the Canefields. They then went south to Laurieton with all the other Scots. I believe one of the sisters married into Tweed People. Dinseys and Quirks at least. I have not yet met a Dinsey.

I met a Quirk a long time ago but I don’t know whether he was a Quirk from here or not. My own Mum JOY BELL grew up in a street in Rosebery Sydney. That street was called TWEEDMOUTH AVENUE and here I am living up on the TWEED MOUTH .

I might have a picture of Tweedmouth Avenue in the 1950s when Nana Bell lived there and we were all little children.

Aha! A foto of Tweedmouth Avenue when Nana and Poppa Bell lived there. Thats my mother Joy Bell in the middle. On the left is her younger sister, Betty Bell, and on the right is her older sister Jean Bell.

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And this is the whole BELL FAMILY at Tweedmouth Ave. Jean Bell, Poppa( William Allen Bell) Jessie Sarah (Ready) Bell, Jack Bell, Joy Bell and Betty Bell.  1948

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On Sundays we often went to visit Rosebery and play with our cousins. The Cousins below are the Carter Boys – sons of Jean Bell and Bill Carter.  Out the front of Nana and Poppa’s. 1957.

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LYNNE SANDERS-BRAITHWAITE

JULY REMAINS WITH US

The winds are here and its grey skied. I am not very “good” at this time of the year. Been practicing for 59 years and yet this time of the year defeats me frequently. Its 21 years ago that drugs and alcohol defeated me at this time of the year. I married once at this time of the year. I walk into it every year – a little askew. I loved a man once – well in my own way I have loved a few men. I loved this man below once – ROGER WHITE.

 ROGER WHITE

He was my first love – sober and clean. He was very good to me. He died did my Rog. From cancer in the brain. He sold towels in the eastern suburbs of Sydney. I met him not long into August or September 1987 and I liked him.

Another July comes and with it confusion and difficulty. Our home is up for grabs. We are living on reduced pension. Izzy don’t have a job and now he don’t have a band neither. Vodafone is barely working and we do have a socket set – but I don’t know how to use it. So I ride through July in the confident expectation that August will be a month I can handle.

I USUALLY DO.

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LYNNE SANDERS-BRAITHWAITE

BACK FROM THE 19th CENTURY

AND NOT LIKING IT AT ALL.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA               Well despite the obstructions caused by Vodafone and the 3G. I had a great week and in fact 10 days of access to the BRITISH LIBRARY’S HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS TRIAL DATABASES. THat was a fine and wonderful thing and I shall begin sorting and processing them now. I have quite a lot of  articles which I have clipped  and will start sorting  and putting on the LYNNE BELL SANDERS website and the MELINDA KENDALL website. 

They range from the outbreak of the 1812 war with the USA to mention of MELINDA MCNALLY on the death of Henry. They include the sentencing to death of my own ancestor HANNAH HUTCHING. And they will take rather a lot of obsessive organisation  but I will begin . Its going to make one fine collection anyways.

I had sneaked another day of BRITISH LIBRARY in today but when I went to have a shower – I logged out and on trying for re-entry – no luck. Invalid Password so they said. The week’s trial was over. DRAT ! Izzy tells me that the cost of belonging to a database like this is prohibitive and only BIG organisations like UNIVERSITIES  could afford it. Same as AUSTLIT which is a real pest. Specially since it seems UOW doesn’t have access. I HAD NOT FINISHED WITH THE 19th CENTURY. I prefer it back there.  From this distance that is. I don’t actually want to be sentenced to death for nicking some cloth. It wouldn’t have been the one year good behaviour bond for Centrelink back then.

Tonight is Live Band Night and I went down for a while – Helen and Bob are back from Greece and Barbara and David were down there. Barbara has a new grandaughter by the name of Marli.

The music was just fine with a great crowd but I had the sour taste re Scrubby. So I chatted a little. Stood outside under the gas burner. I played with Oki the so excellent dog who likes my little LED lamp I carry on my keyring on the CRUMPLER bag. I drank some coca cola and some water and now I’m home. I wish I still had the  Newspapers to look through but in the meantime –  I am warm and comfortable and Izzy will be home soon. My escalated Vodafone is for a time working. ALL IS WELL. ALL IS WELL.  The Mad O’Briens are down to visit Kati B and IMM for the weekend and I have encountered a Banjo player. I also left as Izzy was singing his KEBMO song. He sings well does My Man. Red shirt and all.

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GETTING DESPERATE ON A MONDAY

LISMORE TRIP 006 NOW we are staring at the jaws of $530 per fortnight as an income and feeling squeamish plus dealing with the half wakened Centrelink Monster.  We have been to the open air Cathedral at Bexhill on the road to Lismore. And I go frequently to the Hall below the Catholic Church in Coolangatta. In this manner – some sort of Divine Intervention might just catch on. I personally am afraid to touch the Centrelink Monster which once devoured me and took me to court on numerous charges of fraud.  I don’t appear to have been very good at fraud due to I didn’t know I had done it and the outcome of my devious and fraudulent behaviour was that I was living on a disabled pension in a rented cottage but Fraud they called it. The Magistrate didn’t seem so convinced but the Eager Centrelink Fraud man who wanted to come unnanounced into the rented Cottage and interview me – we he was convinced of my criminal nature – despite their not being in 55 years more than one parking fine and that was in Murwillumbah when I was having coffee and lunch – and Joanne Pascoe paid it for me pronto because she was having coffee and lunch with me. The Probation and Parole Officer in Murwllumbah she was most excited about the prospects of rehabilitating me and placing me on Community Service – which in turn became limited when I told of her of the reasons I was on a disability pension and might not be able to perform the tasks she had in mind. So I pleaded guilty and the Magistrate put me on a $100 Good behaviour bond and the Court People apologised to me and the Police Man who took my fingerprints apologised. He thought Joanne Pascoe were the Convicted Crim – her being the more Criminal in appearance seemingly – but no – it was I – the white-haired clean and sober schoolteacher . Guilty. Convicted and Finger printed. Then the Police man who tried to be very pleasant  – led me into the bowels of Tweed Heads Police Station – such as I have only seen in my decade or more of watching THE BILL . It was here that I really hit some trouble- The very pleasant young Police Constable almost lost it. I couldn’t do the fingerprinting.  I tried. But I could not get the roll at all. Ink everywhere and the young man becoming agitated. I DO NOT LIKE COURT ROOMS and I DO NOT LIKE police stations. My friend RQ she loves them. Seems to like even the smell of them. Well at least the one time we were in the Downing Centre she did and went on to become a LAWYER – but I become very much afraid. Now that I am doing my family history I am NOT surprised.

We are talking 19th Century Convicts here. And we are talking in 2 cases at least – 18th Century Convicts. We are talking “assisted” emigration from the Sutherland Shire of Scotland which was very Eager assistance much like the Centrelink Fraud Investigator with his tape recorder and thinly veiled threats.  I am from generations of the rebellious and downtrodden and cast out. I do not therefore wish to go near the Government Agencies for any reason at all – specially since our foray into that world in April led to the USUAL. My Pension was cut by $100. THEY came to the conclusion that I owned my own home and so cut my rent assistance. THEY having told Iz that yes you can have the $100 pw austudy – then saying OH NO ! Not if you are doing a Doctorate you can’t.. Foolish man who can’t even make a wage – you cannot do your PhD.

So now – I am to speak again to them and see what happens this time. I shall take some new age positive thinking in with me and see what happens this time when we poke the monster in its haunches with our little darts.

 

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RAINING AND COLD

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WELL cold in Bilambil terms. Probably rank amateur coldness in Armidale terms.  I however am cold. and Wet.  The Valley does Cold and Wet very well and with fog and mist and low visibility.  It looked this morning as if Floods would ensue but things have eased and the chill is all that remains. I have chosen to stay home. I prefer to go to Jamieson’s especially when its a SCRUBBY night. I like the Izzy Scrubby combination. However I am choosing a night at home without even a Panorama Plaza dessert. They are now making BREAD AND BUTTER PUDDING. $3.50. Home made. Chet still has his Thai Takeways in the fridge there and all is well. Last week Kati B and co were here and the weather was warm and soothing and welcoming. Tonight Iz will order a GREEN PIZZA from JAMIESONS RESTAURANT for me and I shall stay home – wash my hair – sit by the heater and keep reading the old newspapers. I have copied many things from the Olde Newspapers. I don’t know how many more days free access we have and I am making the most of the time we have .

 

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Here we have the view looking back from the Northern Side of the Valley looking back to Linden Lea – where we live in the Cottage.

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There is no view of Mt Warning today. Mists is all. Mebbe somewhat like the Sutherland Shire.  And Findhorn of course which has been my obsession longtime. And which appears to be up there someplace very close to where Wilhelmina Mcleod and her mother Janet Mackay were “ASSISTED’ in their emigration. 

Izzy has gone off in the Charade to Jamieson’s now. That leaves me with the Cottage to myself in the dark and rain, snug as. Well snug as but still being tossed about by Vodafone. Last night at BILAMBIL SPORTS CLUB LIVE BAND – the HUGE new plasma TV buckled under the cloud cover and  people were driven to watching the smaller BAR TV which was not affected by the Cloud Cover. The soccer lads kep on playing despite the rain. Mudgeeraba versus US.  Kenny handled the raffles. We didnt win any this week.

THE OLD FOTOS COLLECTION

This is the house in which I grew up. Western Suburbs of Sydney. 27 Paxton Avenue Belmore. My father built it . He was a carpenter and a returned soldier from WWII. He built it from double brick when I was a baby and we lived there till we were grown. I slept in the room on the right at the end with my Sister Susan. She  was called Shoes N Sandals due to her name being Susan Sanders. My brother slept in a room to the back. On this side of the road was the canal and the railway line. A Goods line it was. Sometimes chokoes grew in the Canal

BELMORE

Now this house is The Cottage. Thats me with Tanya Tausky. We were at an exhibition at the Linden Gallery. The Gallery has closed now but I had some wonderful times there.

TANYA LYNNE LINDEN

Now for a lovely shot of 3 children playing STIP POKER. Thats CASSNADRA POMROY , BENJAMIN POMROY and KATI BRAITHWAITE. They are grown now.  Still rather odd but much larger. Cassandra is going to London. Benjamin is in Canada and Kati B has travelled to Thailand and lived in New Zealand.

STRIP POKER

Below is an Australian Christmas. In Urunga. In Orara Street. 1990 I think. 

XMAS URUNGA

LYNNE SANDERS-BRAITHWAITE

MORE FOTOS ON A FRIDAY AT HOME

FAIRY MEADOW

The fairies and elves from the meadow have gone

To some sylran spot, where no railroads are known,

Where no miners will dig through the bowels of earth

To disturb them, and drive them away from their hearth.

They are gone, I am sure; I have searched every nook,

By hillside, by wayside, by green mound, and brook,

No trace of their footsteps will be here seen again

They are all trodden out by the footsteps of men.

No more can the sound of their tripping be heard

As they dance in the moonlight around the green sward;

No; their music has ceased, and no more can be heard

To mingle its notes with the shy mocking bird.

Now, instead of the footprints of fairies, I see

The footprints of men, just returned from a spree,

With their pockets all empty, their head reeling round,

While an army of bottles lie strewn on the ground.

Now drinking and squabbling seem as much in vogue

That each neighbour thinks his next neighbour a rogue;

And while such sad doings and feelings remain,

We need never expect to see fairies again.

(Illawarra Mercury, May 8, 1884)

MELINDA KENDALL

KATHYS 3 BDAY

We once lived in Tumbulgum – in a wee fibro cottage in FAWCETT STREET – Number 12. My father was alive then and he called it TUMBLE GUM – Its a good town to live in. 7 streets all up it has. Later I moved to Tugun and people kept telling me it was a ‘lovely village’ . TUGUN is NOT a village. Its lovelier now that the motorway bypasses it but it is not a village and very large planes fly low over the top of it. TUMBULGUM is a village. It doesn’t need to erect a sign saying so.

It takes a village to raise a child

I don’t think the fairies have quite gone from Tumbulgum or Bilambil but the earth moving equipment is there alrighty.

KATE JAI ANCHORS

These 2 children were raised in villages. Urunga and Bellingen. 2 Capricorns and fine eaters. Fine cooks and eaters and shoppers actually.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
J. R. R. Tolkien

KATE ABSEILS

Kati B abseils down a cliff someplace her mother doesn’t know about.

BELMORE KIDS

When I was a child I lived in 27 Paxton Ave Belmore Sydney NSW Australia. I was sent to an Opportunity Class but did not really grasp the Opportunity, Thats Irmgard Klump on my right and Irene Chee on my left. We are the 3 girls on the right of the picture as you look at it. I think it was Beverley Harrisons house or ? Just across the road it was on the Canal. The Canal beside and perhaps under the Goods Railway Line.

AT HOME ON FRIDAY

Staying in again today. Tonight is Live Band at Bilambil Sports Club and we will make an appearance there. Johnny Carr’s Night. For the day I am staying here and ploughing through the 19th century newspapers. I found this DRUNKARD’S TREE in the CALEDONIAN MERCURY where I am looking for the trial of JAMES BELL. 

James Bell 28 from Gallowsgate, Glascow, Scotland transported for housebreaking. Tried Glascow. 7yrs. Arrived on the ‘York’  7.2.1831. Assigned to the Paterson River. Certificate of Freedom. 9.8.1938.

Wilhelmina McLeod emigrated from Sutherland Shire, Scotland, with her mother Janet MacKay, two siisters and a brother on the James Morgan, arriving Sydney 11.2.1839. The family moved to the Hunter. James and Wilhelmina married on 29.9.1840 at the Scots Church Paterson.

DRUNKARDS TREE

This appeared in 1829 . Good looking day here despite rather a lot of sirens out behind to the Sou East. Rare to hear a siren here. Being as we are OUT OF TOWN. Town is creeping up upon us but we are nevertheless still OUT OF TOWN. The sirenes therefore are an unsual occurrence and they have been going most of the morning. Along Terranora – Tumbulgum Road I guess.

Adding to the sirenic effect is the school holiday effect of trail bikes again over the bag somewhere near Duroby Creek Road. Queensland is on school holidays. I am in internal pain today and that sensitises me to the irritants I can usually pay no attention to.

The day has gloomed over and the winds are up and cool. Not as cold as Armidale and Kati B and IMM tell me Kalang is far colder than here.  But I do not like being cold. Although I am considering a Kalang Armidale run by train and coach in the 2nd week of the school holidays. So with Vodafone behaving well so far today I shall go on with the deep seeking in the old UK newspapers AND with a foto journey through the images I scanned this week.  An idle and pointless ramble.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.
George Gordon

MACCAS COFFS

This foto was taken in COFFS HARBOUR when the original MACDONALDS still existed with the old train carriage. That’s my Sister Susan and my niece Cassandra with mad O’Brian obscured. The original Coffs Maccas is now a caravan sales place- Most unappealing and the Maccas are small and difficult to access from the Highway.

I don’t like to eat snails. I prefer fast food.”
Roger von Oech
A Kick in the Seat of the Pants (1996)

TWEED BUS STOP

Continuing through the Foto Gallery – this is the TRANSIT CENTRE in TWEED HEADS. Nice eh ? Welcome to the Gateway to the Gold Coast and Queensland. No seats, no loos, no shelter. Just a bus stop without a timetable.  Bay Street Tweed Heads. Hub of the Tweed. The sons of James and Wilhelmina Bell came to live on the Tweed  in the 1860s-1890s and from what I can gather they arrived to a more llively greeting than we do in 2008. Ships and wharves and horses and carts. Perhaps even some taverns and mebbe even someone to carry a bag or two. Its only a few years since the train still ran to Murwillumbah. In fact – it ran there till just after they finished the very expensive painting and restoration of the large railway station. Then they stopped it and introduced in this time of petrol shortage and cost – COACHES FROM CASINO TO every destination along the train route.

A little further back and you could put your car on the train at Central Railway Station in Sydney, relax in an all night sleeper with a dining car and breakfast served in your carriage – alighting in Murbah and driving off in your own vehicle. Not so now !

Further back yet again – Nana and Poppa Bell – were able to travel in a refined manner on COASTAL STEAMERS.

Trains

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle;
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is the tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!

LYNNE BELL SANDERS 

OLD FOTOS AND OLD NEWSPAPERS

ME IN TUMBULGUM IN 2002  LYNNE AT TUMB 

SPENDING whole days at home which is something I have loved and still do.  I found a blog which I like. Now I have lost it but I think it’s called THIS IS NOT SYDNEY. An aimless wandering blog . The page I started on was a Foto tour of WOY WOY. I like BLOGS that take tours of WOY WOY.  Now I feel free to keep doing what I please which is nothing much at all.

We have SAG access to a site which accesses 19th century UK newspapers for one week. Its WONDERFUL.  Well it would be even better if the Vodafone Internet would also come out of the Pre-historic era and work. Its almost as bad as last year when CHILLI and then BIG AIR ripped us off the same way.

No matter – it means long rambling days at home. I am looking at the Sutherland shire at the moment. Thats where Grandmother Wilhelmina McLeod came from in 1839 – later marrying JAMES BELL who came from GallowsGate Glasgow.

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The free offer is the first real advantage I have had from being a member of SAG – Society of Australian Genealogists. Haven’t even got my membership card as yet although Izzy has his. I am sure there are other benefits but I have not as yet worked them out. One day I will be in Kent Street Sydney and then I shall access the premises and that will be a good thing.  They have a library and a primary source area. I can in the meantime access the History Centre down on the Tweed River in the old Tweed Courthouse building. Its been transplanted from where it once was to where it now is – that however is a novel thing for this area where most things are destroyed rather than being preserved. I am out of charity with this area at the moment.  Despite The Bells having had land here in the 1860s-1890s. I wonder why Granny Bell left. Perhaps she could see what the future would bring. The other resource centre appears to be in the TWEED SOUTH BOWLS CLUB. I just can’t get myself to absorb that.  It don’t seem right somehow.

FAMILY

The foto above is Me and My Sister Susan with my mum and her parents. My Nana is JESSIE SARAH READY and my Poppa is WILLIAM ALLEN ( MICK ) BELL.  Its his Grandmother who was WILHELMINA MCLEOD from the SUTHERLAND SHIRE and HER mother was Janey MacKay.

Then again – things often don’t seem right to me. Like I take 1000s of fotos but Izzy don’t use them. He uses OTHER fotos taken by other people. Lucky for blogs – says I. I can use anything I want and do anything I want. Its to do with his being an ARIES and a muso and an academic I guess.  I am a Libran and a pensioner – disability pensioner. Don’t quite know what my disability is but that’s ME. There fore as the night passes and all is quiet. Not a creature stirring – not even a camel or a cow – not an alpaca or a goose – I can add another foto and then take ZIMMER BRADLEY to bed and not clutch my hurt to my bosom. INCONSOLABLE is not very attractive in ElderWomen.  Robynne provided me with the word INCONSOLABLE – the big dog next door has begun to bark and that brings me near inconsolable . Nevertheless – DIGNITY IS MINE – and I shall  add one more image here – search through one more very old UK newspaper for the Glasgow trial of James Bell – and then bed.

JIM DONK SOUTH ARM

I have inserted this image of my son who is called JIM – I do not know whether they called his ancestor Jim or not.  HIs GGGGrandfather was James Bell who was transported from Gallowsgate Glasgow where he lived.  The donkey lived with us at South Arm Road via Bellingen from where we suffered another Sutherland shire ejection which led us to BUFFER CREEK out at Gleniffer. Only this last month I discovered that another ancestor named the Valley Gleniffer. That was one of the Craig Girls. She married a MacFadyen . Here is the rock which informed us of that fact.

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SUTHERLAND SHIRE AND THE MCLEOD AND MCKAY HERITAGE