Jamestown in the mid north of SA

Jamestown is where my grandmother Agnes Lillian Moore was born in 1884. Several famous people were born here (which today has a population of 1700) including R M Williams, the Both brothers who invented the iron lung during the polio epidemic as well as an early invention of the fax machine and also Sir Hubert Wilkins who was the first man to fly over both the north pole and Antarctica.

This information came to me as I was walking from my campsite in Robinson park to the cemetery and discovered there is a branch of the National museum. Being Good Friday, I knew it would be closed but had a look outside. There was a phone number to ring. I did and asked if it would be open any time over the easter weekend. Mervyn Robinson, son of the RV park creator obliged by coming down and opening up for me this morning. He was a fine host and full of local information such as directing me to my great grandparent's grave stone and how to get to Belalie where they were the first inhabitants, about 11 km south of Jamestown.

Thomas Moore married Janet Kelly 26/10/1872  and Agnes was their eighth child. Thomas took up land at Belalie in 1871. He died at their property Woodlands in 1912 and Janet died in Jamestown in 1922. Agnes moved to WA with 3 of her brothers.in 1900 to keep house for them in Pingelly which is where she met and married my grandfather and the rest is history as they say.

The museum houses other items of interest to me such as...

I learned to type on this exact model at Underwoods Business College in 1966. More modern electric typewriters were being used in offices at that time, but this is what you learned on.

This is the type of milk separator we used to turn at my aunt's farm which pinged as it turned to get the right speed to separatee the cream from the milk. The cream would later be churned into butter, if I didn't get to eat it all first. Bread, jam and thick cream is still a favourite.

Tomorrow I will go to Belalie to see if I can find any relics of perhaps the church they built on the property being a particular luny brand of Presbyterians that they needed their own church.

Still crossing the Eyre peninsula

I have driven through Kimba on the Eyre Hwy several times and only saw the silly and somewhat faded galah. Today I took a step further and drove into the town centree and what did I see?

Wow! You only see the unpainted side from the highway.

I was actually looking for a branch of the Commonwealth  bank, but after the PO  agency I was referred to the school library where I was able to use their computer to authorise a Community Garden payment. My laptop has had a nervous breakdown and the dongle can't be used on my tablet. All very friendly and successfully  transmitted. Then I saw a gov't depth sign that intrigued me.

What does this mean? Why is this depth hidden in such a place? Could it be to not attract interest?

Moving on from Kimba, I drove on to Port Augusta and shared the servo with a very big rig.

Then moving on again, drove through the majestic Horrocks pass through the Flinders Range to Wilmingtonton which is a very pretty town. They know it and refer to it as Beautiful Valley. The op shop was great.

I picked up more reading material. Outside the shop, there were mosaic murals attached to the street post.

Across the Eyre peninsula

Leaving Ceduna today after a two night stay, I drove through the little towns of Wirulla (the town with the secret and the inland jetty) and Poochera (the town with the kerosene tin humpy) that I wrote about last year and also the little town of Minnipa. The towns are really just grain silos with a few houses and mainly closed shops and businesses. At Minnipa, I saw, and used, the original Concrete Crappa.

 I then took a 10km detour to see Tcharkuldu rock which was a huge expanse of rock with big boulders balancing. Very difficult to photograph as I couldn't get in the whole vista. There were more spectacular formations with wave like features another 10 km further down the bone shaking road that I decided to miss as I had been jiggled about enough.

Tonight I am staying at a free camp called Kooma which is an abandoned farmhouse. The former occupants are now deceased but their children have opened the property to passers by complete with a key in the door so you can share their memories of the family home. It is set up as if the occupants had just stepped out for five minutes.

Made it across the Nullarbor again

At Eucla, the signpost told me that Dave lives in Perth and Andy in Adelaide. I wonder if anyone ever looked them up when they got there.

The woolshed at Penong has some great craft including some baskets made by Trina who with her friend Tracy will be walking 200 km from Penong to the Head of Bight with a group of women protesting against mining exploration the Bight. I remembered about Greenham Common.

The museum there had a telephone switchboard like the one I used in my first job at 15 with HBF.

The Penong telephonist was blind and so the list of emergency numbers on the top is in braille.

Staying in Ceduna for two nights to relax after the long drive.

Madge is on the move again!

Taking off from Perth next Friday over the Nullarbor to South Australia to check out some places that I loved when there last, then to go south to Yankalilla on the Fleurieu to see mates and then onto Canberra to pick up Tom and Alice who are flying across for the April school holidays. We will spend 5 days in Canberra and then onto Sydney for another 5 days before they fly home. I will then wend my way slowly home going wherever I feel like on the day.

Watch this space for updates and photos.

More NSW

Wilcannia Post Office which looks out of character for this outback town, but in reading the history, it was the largest inland port on the River Darling. The bridge over the river has elaborate engineering to be able to lift the bridge to allow the paddle steamers to travel the river to collect the wool clip.

Leaving Lithgow, I took a winding road across the Blue Mountains and found the Blue Mountains Botanical Garden.  This was the spectacular view from the shop balcony. 

Botanical Garden autumn colouring.

Happy Mothers' Day I thought when I saw the chrysanthemum display at the garden.

Ceduna to Dubbo part 2

I forgot yesterday to mention the granite man at Wudinna.  This is a memorial to Australian farming families.  It is a wheat growing area.

Sorry he/she is not standing upright, having a problem here.

These toilets are at Wirulla and are known as Concrete Crappers.

At Broken Hill, Jan took me out to see the Living Sculpture park.   This is about a dozen large stone carved sculptures that were done over one workshop on top of the hill. The artists are all international and only one Aussie.  Several from Tiblisi, Georgia and others from Italy, India, Africa and Mexico.

 This one obviously Mexican.

This is Jan showing her skill at Silverton, which was a huge silver mining town near Broken Hill in the 19th Century but only a few building survive and they are for the tourist trade, mostly art galleries.

 Another of the sculptures, this one done by a Georgian man and he wrote that it was to remember the Georgian horses that Stalin had killed the lot.  Been reading John le Carre's  Smiley books lately and the mention of the rivalry between those tiny nations that Russia controlled and the cruely of each against the other, not just from Stalin but supported by him as he was from Ossetia.

 This is Bell's 1950's milk bar in Broken Hill. I enjoyed a strawberry spider, albeit too sweet, to Bill Haley's Rock Around the Clock.

 This art gallery at Silverton was closed, but I couldn't resist this photo.

 A yard of donkeys at Silverton.  Sorry about the sideways view.

The Silverton pub where the donkeys were blocking the door when I tried to get out. The pub has lots of memorabilia about the films made in this town including the Mad Max series.

From Silverton, we drove on to White Cliffs which is an opal mining town. This is the underground motel.  In the end we didn't stay here, it was pretty pricey but went to the $20 caravan park. Most of the houses are dug outs.  The biggest problem they have in building them is putting the water in and getting the water waste out, so they build their wet areas at the front and then dig in behind. Each room has a vent up for fresh air which is covered by a corrugated iron cover to stop rain coming in.  Incredibly well insulated as you can imaging being burrowed into the rock.

This is a dining in the motel.

I did buy some opal earrings, couldn't resist.

Ceduna to Dubbo, a long way

We came to a tiny town called Wirulla where the beconning signs read "Wirulla, town with a secret".  I went into the General Store (the only open door) and asked, what  is the secret? The answer came back..."I can't tell you, it's a secret". She did however suggest that we check out the town jetty a little way down the street.  Puzzled as it is an inland town, we found that a former CEO of the council and his mate had debated what the difference was between Wirulla and the coastal towns and decided that the coastal towns had a jetty, so they set about building one.

The next town along was Pochera where Peter had built a humpy from flattened kerosene tins and lived in it happily for many years before dying at the age of 84.

The next photo is of a silly galah, at the town of Kimba whose claim to fame is that it is half way across Australia. It doesn't want me to, and frankly, I don't blame it.  Will try again later.

We then travelled on to Port Augusta where we were to collect mail from the CMCA to change the Willie wagtail's bank account at their request.  Unfortunately they only told us days before our departure and all the signature holders on the account were us.  Despite best endeavours, the mail was not there to be collected so after Jan and I stamped our feet and said a few blue words we ignored it and drove on.  At this point we departed from Chris and Dianne who were heading into Victoria.  Jan and I drove on through the Lower Flinders Ranges to Peterborough and eventually Broken Hill.  At Peterborough after a wander around town, it was discovered that one of my tyres was quite flat and we were able to have a puncture repaired in town before moving on.  A nail had embedded in the tyre.  Fortunately it was noticed there and I didn't have to change it myself on the road. I am having problems uploading photos again so will close this post and start another.

 

Made it across the Nullarbor

Yes, we made it across the Nullarbor in good time, staying now at the Ceduna Caravan park where there are lovely hot showers, bliss.  Took above photos at the Eucla old Telegraph station including the wattle.  The windmills are at Penong.  Two old farmers in about 2002 decided to restore some windmills that had been superceded by solar pumps in the neighbouring farms.  They got so many that eventually the town set up a park where they could be displayed. The aim is to have one of each type of windmill that was ever erected in Australia.  Some of them are huge.

We are staying in Ceduna 2 nights and then head off to Port Augusta where we have to collect the CMCA mail at the post office and deal with the banking stuff.  Then Jan and I will head off to Broken Hill, Dianne to Victoria and Chris hasn't yet decided where she is going.

All having fun. Still on my first book if you can believe it. I normally go through about 3 in a week. It has proved very difficult to get photos on this blog so they may be sparse.  Love to all.

Well here we are, on the road again... left Perth Anzac day heading east with a group of mates all in our own camper vans, oh except one who is towing a small caravan. We are all travelling together to Port Augusta and then will separate and meet up again on our way home in about two months.  At Port Augusta, I will head off with Jan to Wagga Wagga where she is visiting her grandchildren and I will go on to Canberra to visit Pat and Colin and then onto Sydney to visit Harriet and Co.  Jan and I will join up again before we meet the others at Murray Bridge for us to travel the three South Australian peninsulars.

We spent our first night at Burracoppin and then travelled today to Norseman and tomorrow onto te Eyre Highway.

We did a slight deviation to see Westonia where Chris's father was from (one of the mates). Such a pretty town and well deserved recipient of the Tidy Towns awards for several years..  It has the remains of a gold mine in the main street.

I was amused to see the local tavern had decorated the front door to be a Dockers emblem.

Sydney to Canberra - from surf to snow!

Thomas had a last day play with Finn at the beach in Sydney

 

That was Saturday and by the next Thursday, he was playing in snow!

 

 

Since Tom's trip to europe in 2011, he has been obsessed with mountains and their prospect for snow.  When we went to the Blue Mountains with the Kettley/de Mars family, he kept asking about whether it snowed there and whether he might see any.  Alas although cold, no snow.  When we were driving to Canberra he was thrilled with the mountains we saw in the distance, asking all impossible questions that I was unable to answer except to say, "Look at the map".  I didn't know what they were called. When we arrived in Canberra, I knew they were the Brindabellas and the first question he asked Pat and Colin, our Canberra hosts was - does it snow here?

From then on, he constantly was consulting the maps, the internet, the weather etc and begged me to take him to the Snowy Mountains.  I resisted but finally relented and agreed to drive to Thredbo to stay overnight at a campspot about 8 km from the resort.  I kept saying that although the forecast was -3 it would not guarantee snow.  I have never been so cold in all my life.  My sleeping bag is rated to -10 and it was certainly colder than -3!  Upon arrival, there was no snow.  But soon after, hail appeared and rained down on us for about 20 minutes which worried me as I had no idea of how I was going to drive on icy roads - no chains, no experience of driving with chains etc.  He was disappointed that although it hailed there was no snow.  I told him it might snow overnight given how cold it was and YES! in the morning, there was snow on the peaks.

At first Tom was too reluctant to use the chair lift to go to the summit to see Kosciuskzo but finally after trying to walk up, agreed to do the chair lift.  We hired some snow boots and he was wearing various layers of clothes including a thermal top of mine under his shaggy jacket.  As you can see he was in seventh heaven.

We had a 24 hour pass for the Snowy Mountain National Park and so we departed by midday on Thursday.  Coming down the chair lift, it was still incredibly cold and there appeared to be more snow coming.

Canberra for me, was more than the trip to the snow.  It was the opportunity to catch up with friends of long ago and see some of the national monuments.

There were  no parliamentary sessions and I couldn't interest Tom in going to see the building, he wanted to see the Prime Minister in full flight but she was not available.

At the war memorial, the displays were fascinating. We found the Victoria Cross of Throssell from WW1 who was married to Catherine Susannah Pritchard whose house is now a writers retreat and is next door to Tom's cousins in Greenmount.  We experienced sound and light shows of the RAF in both world wars that were extremely well done, feeling like you were actually part of the battles the way in which they were executed.

Tom's picture above was with Weary Dunlop, a larger than life figure not just in bronze.

We finished off the week with a trip to Questacon and to the Australian Institute of Sport before Tom flew home last Friday.

I then took off for the coast at Batemans Bay and wound my way down the south coast of NSW which is so beautiful I feel I have been shortchanged by WA with its dry landscape.  I am presently in Victoria at a little town called Foster and my next blog will emanate from here.

Sydney

As forecast all arrived in Sydney - Myles and Thomas on Thursday 18th, with Myles returning home on the following Sunday.  Thomas and Myles went to the football at the SCG on Friday night and as both Harriet and Bill were working Friday, Myles, Thomas, Finn, Hannah and I went across to the City on the Manly ferry.  It was very windy and the sea was rough but the boys enjoyed it.  Hannah was a little nauseous but we managed.  We spent several hours walking around, looking at the Opera House and the entertainment at Circular Quay.

The top two photos are evidence that Tom's desires were met.  He wanted to see the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge.  The bottom one was completely unexpected and certainly not desired by Myles who is the nefarious looking character on the right wrapping the street entertainer up in chains.  The children wanted to watch this entertainer as he started his act.  He first of all did some impressive handstands and so forth, then he wriggled his body through the frame of a tennis racquet.  When he got stuck half way through, he came up to me and said "Mum, you bought the wrong size again!" much to the childrens' amusement.  Then when he wanted helpers to wrap him up in chains, padlock his hands behind his back etc he called for volunteers.  When he didnt get any, he chose the two biggest blokes in the audience, one of whom was extremely reluctant to be part of the act, but Myles was pressured to do so and so he did.  He did not enjoy the experience.  The whole show went on for ages and of course the entertainer succeeded in wriggling out of the fully padlocked chains and unpicked the handcuffs with a hairpin from a girl in the audience.

 

 

 

After Myles left on Sunday, we went for a picnic at Manly Dam which is a short walk through bushland near Harriet and Bill's house. This was the intrepid three who were stopping at this point for emergency supplies which were being managed by Hannah and maintained in her back pack.  They had been walking by then for about 4 minutes with about another 4 to go before arriving.  Bill drove around the block to get there carrying all the chairs, food, drinks etc.  We met other friends of the family who were there with their children and all had a great time.  Finn and Tom went fishing with no luck had, and Hannah and her friends found an area where clay abounded and they made lots of figures from clay.

 

Luckily I bought two computers with me, my little notebook and a laptop which is identical to the one that Hannah and Bill have.  The three children book time slots for them all to play a game and they get thoroughly engrossed in it for limited times allowed.  Hannah gets bored with the boys games and she ends up playing with patterns or one game which takes her shopping where she can buy all sorts of weird clothes.

I have tried to flip this photo but it wont work.  It is flipped in the original.  Hannah, Finn, Bill and I went to Luna Park on Wednesday when Harriet was at work.  It was what I would think pergatory would be like.  I have hated the Royal Show since I went when I was about 16 and havent been back and it was worse!

 

 

Anzac Day we took off early to the Blue Mountains and to Scenic World which is where you can catch a funicular up or down to the Valley at the bottom, ride a cable car up or down and also a sky train across the valley which was 270 metres below.  My vertigo has been somewhat numbed by the number of bridges and mountains I have driven around and it gave me no trouble at all.  It was very cold as can be seen by how rugged up everyone but Bill is.  He left his jumper at home!

 

Tomorrow, Tom and I head off to Canberra where it has been very cold of late and Tom is hoping for snow.  I dont think that 0 degrees at night is going to get him snow but we are still hoping for miracles.