Congrats to all the people , under Buster Barnett’s tireless ‘whiphand’, who have worked and worked and brought the Museum back into existence better than ever before.
Congrats to all the people , under Buster Barnett’s tireless ‘whiphand’, who have worked and worked and brought the Museum back into existence better than ever before.
Clarence and Richmond Examiner (Grafton, NSW : 1889-1915), Saturday 22 April 1893
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Thursday 25 September 1930
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Saturday 4 July 1936
SMH OCTOBER 1940
I went to Crazy Day on Saturday and I LOVED it. Back to roots size festival. Got me thinking once more of the small fund raisers and the small festivals like my beloved AZALEA Festival and the URUNGS SPORTS WEEK.
Then I figured there must be even older celebrations and fund raisers in my equally beloved HISTORICAL NEWSPAPERS ONLINE from the NATIONAL LIBRARY OF AUSTRALIA so I am going for a hunt this morning and see what other ideas we can come up with for raising money for the BELLO HOSPITAL and other worthy causes. See what Ideas we can come up with for simple pure FUN.
FUN IS NOT A FOUR LETTER WORD.
Okay then, Back into the bowels of the NLA Historic Newspapers and lets see what ideas we can reclaim from the past.
|A steamer ride to the North Beach|
|A Cricket Match with Deep Creek.|
|A day at the Races|
|Novelty Flower Show.|
|A Scottish Fair|
|Belgian Day on the Bellinger|
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Wednesday 18 April 1900,
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Friday 22 September 1950,
Clarence and Richmond Examiner (Grafton, NSW : 1889-1915), Saturday 20 May 1911,
Lorraine Hood This green was named after my father Fred Spinks in recognition of 26 hard years of being on the committee of the UBC. His family really hope that the plaque honoring his services, which is mounted at the green, is replaced somewhere. Those 26 years of service cut into a big part of our family life and left us fatherless for many hours during our childhood!!!
I found some snippets re a revolutionary invention in the early 1950s. It was right here in the Bellingen Shire and has vanished into the Ether.
U.S. Bid For Invention. (1951, July 19). Barrier Miner
World Salvation Seen In New Invention. (1951, July 17). Morning Bulletin
Electricity plan investigated. (1951, July 17). The Courier-Mail
CHEAP POWER PLANT CLAIM.
Barrier Miner (Broken Hill, NSW : 1888-1954), Tuesday 17 July 1951,
With my recent wondering about URUNGA and what looks like neglect to me, followed by the SEA LIDO RALLY I am taking a retro look at the Papers to see what its been like – previously. Surely some of the good can be brought into the present. A seaside town with no swimming. Get a Grip ! WHY do people say “ ah well the effluent flows into the lagoon from the Sewage Treatment works” . What sort of explanation is that ? Hello ! Its 2011.
After a good bit of coastal travel between Brisbane and Bateman’s Bay – I am left wondering. Why take away all that was good about the past to treat the uncared for present and create a future without history. Many of these other little towns have reclaimed their heritage and brought it back to life as well as incorporating it in modern developments.
There are some excellent URUNGA tales which are simply being lost. Lets dig ‘em out and see what they are. Check the PEGUMS’ new PILOT HOUSE book “ Crossing the Bar” at the Library in Urunga or Museum in Bello. We have a fascinating history.
PS. I do not apologise for any duplication of data from earlier posts.
Back to other times :
URUNGA : THE LITTLE TOWN THAT TIME FORGOT. TOWN OF SWIMMERS. LET US SWIM !
|The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843-1893), Thursday 17 November 1870
|"SWIMMING." The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954) 29 Dec 1926: 11
|The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Wednesday 13 July 1927,
|The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Saturday 10 December 1932,
|The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Thursday 25 May 1939,
|The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Saturday 13 September 1952,
Took the Baby to the Library today in Urunga and bought the first Xmas present ever for her. I am home with the 7Mate HD TV shows. In the afternoon, that means a run of series from the 70s and 80s. Nostalgic and rather odd.
Its raining a little and the temperature is soothing. I wonder when and where libraries first came to the Valley.
From the NLA NEWSPAPERS:
The Sydney Morning Herald. Tuesday 7 February 1911
At the ninth annual meeting of the Raleigh School of Arts, Mr. R. Scott was re-elected president, Messrs. J. Sullivan and A. Craig; vice-presidents, and Mr. R. Napier secretary,| treasurer, and librarian. During the year a new library and reading-room were erected, the main ball lined and ceiled, and a stage erected.
The Raleigh School of Arts is just down the way in the now tiny village of Raleigh on the Bellinger River. The actual area covered is quite large but the heart of settlement is gone now. The School of Arts is just called the Hall and still stands as does the church nearby but the railway station is not used and many houses are gone. No timbermills are left or wharves.
The Norco Factory is still operating and the School. The truckstop is gone but there is a Winery, Wilair Building Supplies, Harfield’s 2nd hand goods and round the back on Shortcut Road is the Industrial Estate inc the Council Depot.
Urunga Library is hexagonal. So is the PreSchool behind it – methinks. AND the Information Centre up on the Highway. They were all built in the same era so there must be a common theme or a common architect of the time.
AS THEY SAY.
just a glance over the week. Its GLOBAL CARNIVAL WEEK. I am not saying anything about it. Let it speak for itself. Restraint of Tongue and computer keyboard for me.
I am NOT going. Probably won’t be going to visit the family in North Bello either. Read their spiel. Check their FACEBOOK page, talk to the people of the town and lets see what comes out of it all.
I was rather stunned by the scale of preparations. Went, as usual, to GROWERS’ MARKETS last Saturday only to find it moved along to the town end of the Showgrounds due to the Global Carnival constructions. Massive and each day adds a little more.
Bellbottom Media The first issue of bellbottom hit the streets of Bellingen today. Find your copy at: Hearthfire, Kombu, Geckoz, Alchemy, Vintage Nest, The surf shop, The video shop, Federal Hotel, Amelia Franklin Coffee Roastery, Heartland Didgeridoos, The Prov, Guru Food, Sis De Lane, Big Skye Gallery, Nexus Gallery… plus more.
Amongst interviews and reviews etc, is the lift out BELLBOTTOM EVENT GUIDE. Very neat. All on recycled paper and coming out monthly.
I am including a sample of the EVENTS Page.The graphics are excellent. I like the look of this one. Then again, if you have been served by Maggie Quirk, you will know what a sweetheart she is.
MY SISTER. MY BROTHER. ME. IN URUNGA IN THE 50s.
I am booked on the Grafton train on Wednesday. Heading to Sydney to visit my sister and brother. I was married to a railway man. He was a fettler and then a thermit welder when they were changing the tracks for the XPT.
This week I pay $40 app for a return journey on a pension – first class with window seats. I take the Grafton train because there are fewer people on it at this end than the Brisbane or the Casino. Railways are Controversial matters here on the North Coast.
I shall see what I can find.
The Railway Line crosses the River at Urunga and at repton. That’s the Urunga Rail Bridge behind the young couple. I come from a long line of Rail People – trams and trains and buses as a dodgy entrant. It was my cousin Julie Bell who drove Sydney buses We go back a long way on the Ready side to the trams of early Sydney. My own Poppa Bell was on the trams as well. Then, in the 20th Century, came the aforementioned former husband.
I am looking for images I have of trains and stations etc. I have never had my camera with me at Central Railway Station so that could be interesting if I am still interested in anything after 8 1/2 hours. The last time I saw my Mum was at Urunga railway Station as she farewelled me on my great venture to the Gold Coast which turned into life one the Tweed and the discoveries about her family – the Bells, Macleods, Mackays etc in Tumbulgum and Condong.
I have oddments of photos of train journeys and I shall trawl the Net as well.
The URUNGA HISTORICAL SOCIETY which is being restored to life after the 2009 floods trashed the town has posted a Heritage Walk Brochure.
The Sydney Morning Herald… Friday 3 September 1926,
GREAT WHITE TRAIN.
The Shire President (Councillor H. A. Lansdowne) will extend a civic reception to the Great White Train on its arrival in Urunga on Wednesday next. Commencing on Mon-day, there will be a shopping week in Bellingen and Urunga, and a shield is being given in each-town by the Australian-made Preference League for the best-dressed window.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Monday 12 November 1928, page 12
The Story Of Our Travelling Post-Offices SOMEBODY POSTED A COW (LATE FEE) The Sunday Herald (Sydney,… Sunday 29 October 1950
AN ARTICLE EXPLAINING THE MAIL TRAINS OF NSW.
The Story Of Our Travelling Post-Offices
SOMEBODY POSTED A COW
By GORDON COLEMAN
ALMOST half the mail handled by Australian post-offices is sorted in mail vans as New South Wales
express trains roar through the night at 50 to 60
miles an hour.
THIS is the way the Post
office saves time in de-livering letters for all parts of the Commonwealth.
New South Wales is the only State with this system. The reason is its geographical position in the Commonwealth and the length of its railway network.
All sorts of articles are sorted and once a cow technically became late fee (overweight).
The 74 specially selected officers who operate the five main lineT.P.O.s have good cause to be proud of the branch’s record, for not one man has been charged with pilfering since the inception of the service nearly 80 years ago.
The T.P.O. service starts at the Mail Custodian’s room, Central Station, where 10,000 bags approximately II million articles are handled daily.
The room is connected to Sydney’s 23 platforms by a network of tunnels and lifts.
The T.P.O. itself is the mail van attached to express trains.
Each van is a large mail room staffed by men who must know the location of 4,500 towns and villages in the State.
To assist them remember these names the Department prepared613 stories. Each story was named after a central town and included all post-offices served by the central district office.
On the Northern T.P.O. to Glen Innes there are 143 central and1,000 district post-offices.
A short story to cover Aberdeen and its six small district offices
Aberdeen: Davis (Davis Creek), the Dean of Aberdeen,fired darts into the brook (Dart-brook) that were made of rough shell (Rouchell Brook) (UpperRouchell). When the darts burst there was à danger in the field(Dangarfield) so the Dean advised the spectators to watch the game from the brush on the hill (Brushy Hill).
WHEN I joined the North Coast T.P.O., and accompanied the first shift from Sydney to Kempsey, grey-haired, jovial. Mr. L.B. ("Tim") Young was in charge.
Mr. Young has travelled more than 14 million miles during his 33
His assistants were Messrs. Gordon Donovan and Jim Fordham.
They had been working in the van for three hours when the train left at 8.15 p.m.
The bag rack was "dressed" with180 bags and the sorting bench was covered with letters, packages and parcels.
This post-office is travelling at 60 miles per hour, but you’d never guess it by looking at the sorters.
"Tim" Young was sorting into150 pigeonholes.
The majority carried no town identification, but he said, "You get to know where they are."
As the train gathered speed I was
tossed from side to side.
"It’s rougher in here than in a carriage," said Gordon Donovan."I hope you don’t get train sick like some of our chaps who have. had to toss in the job because they were sick for the whole journey."
When the train reached the North Coast line it was much rougher.
1 hung on with both hands for hours, but the T.P.O.. men were standing firm footed and swaying with the van as the express roared through the thickly timbered north coast country at speeds of from30-60 m.p.h.
They flicked letters into pigeon-holes, bundles and parcels into bags, and wrote out despatch notes.
These men have been over the ‘track so often that they can instinctively pinpoint the train’s position although working within the enclosed mail room.
"Tim" Young would pick up a bag, walk to the back of the van and toss from the open doorway as a platform was reached.
His action was mechanical, and
the bag would drop on a barrow or a
slide across the platform to the stationmaster’s office.
"Tim" Young said: "When I was on the South they used to call us the travelling ghost. For years I threw out mail in the darkness to people I had never seen, but I always felt I knew them.
"On the North-west, the boys are in closer contact with people living beside the line in the outback.They see them in daylight. One of them makes up parcels of lollies and gifts which he throws with the mail for the children.
You see some funny mail
matter at times. I have even seen a cow posted late fee.
"That happened on the South some years ago. The cow was discovered when I went to the back of the van to collect some bags.
"The cow remained there until we chased it out at Cootamundra.
"We afterwards learned that one of our own chaps ‘posted’ the cow while we were asleep during the day.
"Our biggest problem is handling letters which people address with a via. We don’t want via on any mail matter. The town of destination is sufficient.
When the train was nearing Kempsey Gordon Donovan picked
up a newspaper and moved to the doorway.
"Must not miss my little blonde,"
Out went the paper, to be caught by a pyjama-clad four-year-old girl who was standing at a tent doorway.
The T.P.O. men had a 10-hour break at Kempsey while a relief staff went on to South Grafton.
In the evening they rejoined the van on the return trip to Sydney.
To save time, the Post-office often has to send mail AWAY
from the point for which it is intended.
For instance, mail for Queens-land loaded at Grafton doesn’t go direct to Queensland ‘. but back towards Sydney for 150 miles
on the North Coast=Sydney mail train while it’s sorted out. Then completely sorted-it’s thrown on
to the north-bound Brisbane Ex-press at Taree.
On the return trip 112 suburban bags were added to the rack,
This enables suburban mail to be delivered direct to its destination without passing through the
City sorters will soon be attached to the T.P.O.s to sort city letters and have them ready for delivery on arrival of the train at Central.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Saturday 4 November 1950
in the 1990s.
NEW DAWN Volume 6 Issue 11, Page c2
Back to MY plans for this week and MY images.
LINKS TO RAILWAY SITES
I missed a good shot today. The local supermart in Urunga had black balloons and streamers flying. The staff was dressed in black and their name labels included one called WITCHY POO. Witchy Poo also had black lipstick and a witch’s hat. I thought it were to do with the footie at first. Then I was at a loss. It was, of course. FRIDAY 13th. They said they had been looking forwards to it for months.
On a less fortunate note, SAIL URUNGA which operates out of the old SCOUT HALL in URUNGA and includes SAILABILITY for the disabled, received distressing news re exiting the premises. Dept of Lands is on one of its takeover missions. There is another Sailing Club around on Atherton Drive but SAIL URUNGA and SAILABILITY don’t have access to it. That’s the Other One up there in the Pic.
What I am not going to do is plunge into discouragement. I am going to do some posts based around inspiring one-liners I have heard over the years. Graeme from up in Coolangatta has a repertoire of sayings. They include:
IF ITS URGENT – DON’T DO IT.
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS – SAY – BLOODY MARVELLOUS.
Tired as I am from hitting the World head on, I am going to say BLOODY MARVELLOUS and see how that changes things,
SAIL URUNGA with all its adventurous spirit and hopes for sailing for People of all ages and abilities no longer has a clubhouse or place to store their boats – BLOODY MARVELLOUS ! The webpage seems also to have disappeared. – Bloody marvellous.
Its less easy to see the Bloody Marvellousness in the injuries to PIP WILSON last week. I shall leave you with that one and hope that someone might have more details or info that can help and wish Pip and his family well.
I shall find as many as I can of Pip’s Links . You will find him, I should think, to be quite amazing. At the moment he is in John Hunter Hospital in Newcastle with very serious head injuries.
I am spoon feeding you the Links , something of which Pip would probably disapprove.
WORDPRESS BLOGS WHICH MENTION URUNGA.
RANDOM WORDPRESS BLOGS WHICH MENTION BELLINGEN.
BELLINGEN RALLY FOR THE HOSPITAL JULY 24 2010
I went south briefly this week for family reasons. Down to Port Macquarie. I returned with a Niece who has been in the U.K. for a couple of years. She was born in Mt Tom Price to Urunga Parents and they brought her back to Urunga as a baby and she grew up right here in the Shire.
Meanwhile – here in 2010 – I bring her back to the Valley and the rains come. A lot of rains. Again. I am sitting in the Workers’ Cottage on a rainy day and taking a good look at my Historic Newspapers. I am choosing between 3 major topics today.
a. swimming in URUNGA – due to the Sea Lido Issues.
b. rain in the Bellingen Shire – due to the RAIN.
c. surnames of present day fans as they appear in the Historic Newspapers.
The Sydney Morning Herald… Wednesday 29 December 1926
Now that’s way back in 1926. They were able to swim a 100 yards championship and play water polo. I wonder where EXACTLY the Carnival was held.
How does a BOXING DAY SWIMMING CARNIVAL sound to you ? With WATER POLO. Looks to me like there is something to be decided between Urunga and Bellingen ( as usual).
Below are some more stories of URUNGA and SWIMMING.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Friday 15 January 1926, page 12
OCEAN VIEW HOTEL. URUNGA, Tuesday.
The Sydney Morning Herald.. Wednesday 13 October 1926
OCEAN VIEW HOTEL. URUNGA, Tuesday.
The Successful tenderer for the erection of the new concrete Ocean View Hotel at Urunga (with 64 rooms, Is Mr F. C. Schmitzer, of Taree. The new building overlooks the ocean beach, the swimming baths, and the Bellinger River,and is close to the golf links and tennis courts,The contractor Is a returned soldier.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Wednesday 13 July 1927, page 14
The Sydney Morning Herald. Wednesday 6 June 1928
A boatmen’s cottage Is to be built at the Urunga pilot station at a cost of £888.
The footbridge is approved and so are dressing sheds.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Saturday 10 November 1951
THE NORTHERN RIVERS. SECOND SERIES—VII. A NEW COASTAL, TOWN. COFF’S HARBOUR UPRISES
the country lying immediately north of the Bellinger northern watershed,and , stretching easterly and, somewhat further northerly, is a mad melange of mountains and hills and valleys. When It¡was first melted and mixed In a prehistoric cauldron it was badly stirred with the potStick, and being allowed to cool too rapidly with a Jagged surface, and the waters when they were poured on It afterwards rushed around in a blind hurry and flowed in all sorts of unexpected directions.
0 Degrees Celsius is not what I had planned. Down here on the flats near the Coast, I was mocking Bellingen and Armidale until this morning when the frost settled on the bottom paddock and ice formed on the windscreens. I don’t think it would rank as particularly intimidating ICE but 7 years on the Tweed had left me unexpecting.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954)
Tuesday 18 October 1910
BOTTOM PADDOCK 30 JUNE 2010
MORE FROSTY TALES
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954) Monday 25 May 1931
NSW FIRST HYDRO ELECTRIC SCHEME. WHAT HAPPENED TO IT ?
MCBARON’S DAIRY WHICH IS RIGHT NEAR MY PLACE. THE SILO STILL STANDS.
NORTH COAST MAIZE. R.A.S. CHAMPIONSHIP. DORRIGO AND BELLINGEN. (FROM OUR SPECIAL REPRESENTATIVE.) BELLINGEN, Friday.
The Sydney Morning Herald… Saturday 18 May 1929
They tell me its –12 in Armidale.
|PELICANS ON THE RIVER AT URUNGA|
|ROBBIE AND HIS LITTLE LASS IN THE SAILABILITY ACCESS DINGHY||
VIEW TO NEWRY ISLAND FROM THE URUNGA BOAT RAMP
I had planned to stay home today after a full day out yesterday. I hear rumblings of people who found the Crazy Day and Markets not to their taste – for a variety of reasons.
I, myself, must have been in a more charitable phase of my life because I enjoyed both experiences. Some of it I enjoyed for frivolous reasons. I like seeing the local Pet Products Store people dressed in animal outfits. Large Chooks and Large Dogs amuse me. The sheer madness of a rather dour local shopkeeper whom I rarely see smile, wearing a completely Crazy outfit and still dour – well that amuses me too. I might be shallow or I might not. A few years back I did an online retreat in everyday life. It was an Ignatian retreat and very DEEP, very intense and at the end of 10 month’s meditations and contemplations I emerged deciding that it truly was better to roll around on the floor laughing.
Back to yesterday and my amused phase of life.
In addition to the frivolous and flippant pleasures of the day, I was very aware of the Good Stuff; of the Community and the Market System. Of the Young People and their music and crafted items. I sat for a time on the park bench that the LEAP kids built in 1996. I introduced my granddaughter to her first Markets and 3 female generations of US walked for hours. I saw the good man in my life stand at the gate for 2 hours with a bucket to help raise money for the YouthSpace to be set up in town.
I am back here after a decade slightly further North. Guess I was just glad to be home with fresh food, and sweet pumpkin pie. With the Nambucca Rainforest Nursery and its fine healthy plants that almost sing of purple fruits and birds coming to the gardens. My homecoming is perhaps a 60 year old’s integration of many years, many passions and passings. That might have softened my view of the weekend with a Gaussian Blur. Sometimes I need that on the acid etched years that are now gone. Mellow Yellow.
That was yesterday. Yesterday’s gone and today is almost passed – equally reminiscent and enjoyable for me. I am of the Depressive Variety of Human so golden days like these, especially in times when our own families are touched by some of the worst of the worst times, well, they are poignant and I am glad I was able to get up and out of my own self-created and inaccurate judgementalism – and simply go and watch the young beauty display her hooded capes for me, see the pelicans en masse at Urunga and the SAILURUNGA people with families and access dinghies out on the Kalang before wrapping up with a Urunga raiders Soccer Match at the Ovals with young men whom I haven’t seen since I taught them in primary school.
That was my weekend and Urunga won the Soccer. That was a bonus.
SUNSET OVER OLD PILOT HOUSE, URUNGA.
I wonder what happened to this skeleton and what implications it could have for the development plans around the Lido and Caravan Park.
The Sydney Morning Herald… Monday 19 September 1927.
SKELETON OF ABORIGINAL.
During excavations near the Urunga pilot station the bones of an aboriginal were dug up about three feet from the surface. The bones are being forwarded to the University of Sydney. They had apparently been burled for a very long time, but the teeth were in a wonderful state of preservation.
The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. : 1848-1954), Tuesday 29 June 1937, page 4
|The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864-1933), Friday 13 April 1928, page 13|
|The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Monday 10 September 1928, page 18
|The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Monday 16 May 1910, page 8 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article15143815|
PICTURES OF TRAVEL II. BYRON BAY TO THE BELLINGER.
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 roar. Byron.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954), Tuesday 1 November 1927, page 12
Looking East from the Footbridge.
Spent the day at home in Raleigh with plans for a sunset walk to the end of the footbridge in Urunga. The skies are not as endless here as they are in Ulmarra and we lack an edge to the light that the Clarence has.
I am, however, looking carefully at my own home River and Valley. When I left here in 2001, digital cameras were not common and only a little of my observation was through the lens. Years back, in the 1970s, I saw the world almost exclusively through a camera lens. It took years to emerge from behind the Veil and engage with the world. For that time, I put down cameras except for occasional family snaps while I continued the re-entry and self location with other people and the world around me.
Then, while I was up on Tweed, two things happened. My father passed away in 2005 and I purchased a small digital Kodak Camera. I rush too much and click too often and am too hasty to be a good photographer but I surely do enjoy that View of Life – as I have since my first box brownie in the 1960s.
Today, at home, clouds formed over the Corral but the storm didn’t come. I spoke later with Lads from Coffs and it hit them. The Young Gent from Sawtell said it swung out to sea and missed him. Threatened for a moment.
SMOKE OVER THE CORRAL AT RALEIGH.
There is also a good deal of burning off going on at the moment. Fires up Bellingen way and down at Raleigh. When we did go into Urunga late this afternoon, the smoke was thick and the sunset skies reddened.
LOOKING BACK TO TOWN FROM THE FOOTBRIDGE.
TIDE COMING IN OVER THE ROCKS
|IZZY FOREAL’s FIRST WALK OUT ALONG THE URUNGA FOOTBRIDGE.|
WHERE THE RIVERS MEET THE SEA IN URUNGA
Autumn remains classy this year. Blue skied and warm with cool nights. I took a trip into Urunga today. Not that that is a very big trip. Perhaps 6 kms. We chose the Boardwalk Cafe for lunch. I used to really enjoy the BOARDWALK but wasn’t best pleased with today’s cheese on toast. I shall try again – could do with more Vegetarian options.
We took a cruise around town. Memories of many years for Kati B and Me. We were also introducing the Little Lady to her hometown. The OVH ( OceanView Hotel ) is where Joy and Bruce ( my parents ) took that 1948 Honeymoon. New car parks have been built opposite and a new Swing Park.
Morgo Street Reserve, Urunga.
The vacant block of land on Morgo Street beside the OVH. That’s where WHITE ROSE TRADING was.
This is SHOW WEEK in Bellingen.They have a really good webpage. BELLINGEN SHOW MAY 15-16. Its a big weekend planned all round in Bello. The Markets are on down at the Park and in Town at Council Park, the Nurses are holding a BBQ and Rally. Bhag will be there for the SAVE BELLO HOSPITAL Rally. There’s a new song coming out. I think its a Thorazoo effort but could be wrong. Its the SBH rallying song and plans are afoot to march the street. Banners are needed and your face would help a lot ! Thorazoo will be there anyways providing free music.
Next visit, we will be doing the Boardwalk and the Sea Lido. A walk to the end of the Breakwall is also planned. My father and mother did the walk most days till Mum’s knees gave out. Dad walked out to the end and along the beach to Hungry Head. He collected shells and gathered oysters. Pretended he had poor vision so he could ask directions of beautiful young women. I shall walk out there – next time.
Bruce Sanders returning from his Hungry Head Walk.
The Urunga Swing park in the 1950s.
Here in 2010, the rain keeps falling so I am settling in and taking a look through the NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS ONLINE.
I thought I would take a look back 100 years to May of 1910.
The Advertiser (Adelaide,… Thursday 5 May 1910
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954) Thursday 5 May 1910
URUNGA WAS KNOWN AS BELLINGER HEADS
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842-1954)
Wednesday 11 May 1910
The Sydney Morning Herald… Monday 16 May 1910, page 8.
The Sydney Morning Herald… Wednesday 4 May 1910
Here, I sneak in one from March 1910.
The Sydney Morning Herald… Tuesday 29 March 1910
I woke this morning to grey skies and a hanging rain. I think most of the North Coast is still suffering from Post Flood Stress Disorder. I know that I am. Today doesn’t actually feature much rain. Just chilly and dark.
I found this site about the PACIFIC HIGHWAY. Add that to the disorders I am familiar with after years in the SHIRE. That’s FLOODS and PACIFIC HIGHWAY. Some more historical phobias are likely to arise as time passes. Returning at the age of 60, I have them all up for challenge. I am attempting to come back open minded and willing to explore as if I had never been jaded here before.
Check this link for the details of the PACIFIC HIGHWAY DEVELOPMENTS.
Whoever made the PACIFIC HIGHWAY site seems to have travelled and photographed the whole length from Hexham to Tweed and fills in the history. The Urunga Section has a photo of the bridge being built over the Kalang.
YESTERDAY WHEN THE SKY WAS BLUE.
On the BELLIGENWEB sites, There is a HANLY FAMILY Page which has some local parish maps and anecdotes about Bellingen History.
15 MAY 2010 : BELLINGEN ANNUAL SHOW IS ON.
The 120th Bellingen Show
Saturday 15th and Sunday 16th May 2010
Mantova 8th May 2010
Sitting here on a wet day with the air growing cooler and cooler, its a good time for looking through the Net. One of the things I have noticed since returning to the Shire is the Closure of most of the caravan parks. Brigalow and Gundamain, Urunga Waters and Cedar in Bellingen – they are all gone and present a neglected and overgrown appearance.
I wonder what effect these closures will have on tourism. Bellingen caters well for the B& B type traveller but the loss of the caravan parks means the loss of icons, of people with less to spend on their accommodation, of people who choose camping as a decided preference. What is the Council thinking ?
When I was a child, Hungry Head was also a camping ground. I once received a handkerchief from a hermit who lived out there under the edge of the cliff. I was fascinated by him. Looking back, my Dad kept a close eye on things but I loved him.
Hungry Head featured a kiosk and cabins and caravans and camping in where there is now just a mass of scrub. We spent some good times there in the early 1970s with campfires burning.
The week of the Wesak Full Moon has been a stunner. Autumn coolness with long shadows and warm sun. And, in the mornings, mists. Today is the OPEN DAY for the URUNGA SAILING CLUB at the OLD SCOUTS’ HALL round opposite the Golf Course in Urunga. 10am she starts. Then tonight, we are looking at a jug band up at the Golf Club in Bellingen.
Izzy reappeared about 1am after the Grafton FLAME TREE MUSIC FESTIVAL gig in Grafton last night. He had a room booked at WALKER’S MARINA HOTEL but when he returned to the Hotel, he couldn’t see the keypad enough to gain entry and so he came on home. 100kms or so. Good quiet run, said Izzy. He had stayed the first night at ULMARRA PUB. That’s one we know well and he had a room overlooking the river.
Meanwhile, back in Raleigh, we took our usual leisurely breakfast on the verandah. Then we headed over to Raleigh Hall and I took some shots of the school. I was interested in what I have been told is the largest Camphor Laurel Tree in Australia.
I didn’t get a good shot of it because I was musing. I know the tree well. The kids played it in when I was teaching there and I should imagine they do nowadays as well. I didn’t want to go any closer because I was hoping, just a little, that it wasn’t actually the biggest. I was hoping one day to see a bigger one. It is a fine tree but I would like even bigger.
The tree may well be the Biggest Camphor Laurel Tree in Australia, but the Tennis Court next door to the school and the Hall isn’t looking too good at all. I have been away 10 years and some things are not looking OK at all. I wonder where the Raleigh People play tennis now. I don’t even know whether the Urunga Tennis Courts are still down there with the Croquet Courts beside the Golf Club.
The Church at Raleigh. Will take a closer look. I don’t even know the denomination of this one. It does look beautifully kept.
I was looking up the FAMILY HISTORICAL SOCIETY and found these details :
Tuesdays from 10 am to 4 pm is best time.
10am to 12 and 2pm to 4pm weekdays other than Monday.
Not generally open weekends.
Mrs Ann Hodgson, PO Box 490, Bellingen, NSW, 2454
Mrs Janette Sutton, Old Pacific Highway, Raleigh, 02 6655 4356
Bellingen Gen Web
|DEVELOPMENT OF PACIFIC HIGHWAY VALLA TO RALEIGH.|
|And then, we took a drive around YELLOW ROCK ROAD. I have loved YELLOW ROCK for many years. I have fished there and lived there. I have seen a truck try to cross on a pontoon from Yellow Rock to Urunga Island and form a V with it before going under.
I have some good Yellow Rock stories. I need to consider them before I write them down.
|FLOODS OF 2009|
|HORSES AT FRONT FENCE
ETC IN CHURCH ST BELLINGEN
|In 1981, on this day, my son was born. He is a fine young man now with a family of his own. Happy Birthday, Son.
Here in Raleigh, its a sunny day with only white puffed clouds. For me, that’s a relief from the rains and grey clouds. I have washing to hang and hair to wash.
The Willie Wagtails are on the porch and King Parrots in the trees. I have a sister. She loves birds and takes very beautiful photographs of them. Below is a Jabiru.
Her husband recognises more bird calls than anyone else I know.
I was in Urunga a couple of nights ago. After dark and in the rain. The lights were on in the Chemist and I was standing watching the poster of Inner Health. I couldn’t work out whether the little blue furry people were the goodies or the baddies. My family could do with a lot of the Goodies at the moment.
A wee dog is visiting at the Main House. She seems happy but our own big old dog is over here paying a visit and keeping well away from the Intruder.
Skies are blue today. The aforementioned hair is washed and the washing is brought in. I am taking a home day. Taking a few in fact due to the Charade being in Repair Shop and Izzy going to Grafton for some gigs.
I am going to take some Eremitic Time. Just need to bring in a little more food and all will be well. We are now established here as far as phones and internet. We have been in residence since 12 March 2010.
|On the weekend, we brunched at ANCHOR’S WHARF. It was once a boatshed called DO ME. I liked DO ME. Its down under the Urunga Road Bridge. In town now, we take coffee at the BOARDWALK CAFE.
The memories I have of former days include other Cafes. And little general stores. When we came on holidays as teenagers, I liked to get up early and sneak out of the holiday flat and come down to the Cafe for a milkshake. I had less access to cafes in the suburb of Sydney where we lived. So, in the middle of holidays, I would be sitting there feeling very grownup and free to move about.
The Cafe back then in the 1960s had BOOTHS. Classic Cafe Booths. A good deal of boy/girl contact took place in the Cafe as well.
In 2010, the Boardwalk plays host to Urunga Coffee afficionados and I suspect also to the boy/girl dynamic.
|The family came to stay. Set up tents and making plans. Then the rain came. Came for the weekend and stopped when the Kids left.
Up the way from the Workers’ Cottage is the WATER PARK. Its an International Raceway as well but we were focussed on the WATER PARK and our reserved BBQ Pit. IMM and Kati B provided excellent food and despite the wild rains it was an adventure.
The Grown Children slid down slides and somehow failed to located the RAFT SLIDES which were just past the Designated Smoking Area. As soon as they reached the top to start the ride, the Pump House blew black smoke, shuddered twice and STOPPED. Down the slide came 3 hefty adults shuddering and bouncing with looks of delight and adrenalin reaction on their faces.
My next planned venture is VALERY TRAILS
|YELLOW SHED ON HYDE STREET|
GURU FOODS IN CHURCH STREET
Looking for Birthday presents today, we took the Young Lady shopping. The YELLOW SHED down opposite the RSL Golf Club was our shop of choice. We knew we wanted books and the Yellow Shed has books and MORE.
It had enough MORE for us to be in there for an hour or so. The Music and massed colour and movement put the Y.L. to sleep. The only complications were – a. too many items to make an easy choice and b. the eftpos failed with the shop filled with eager school holiday tourists.
Kati B and I headed back up into town to get Cash from the BCU ATM ( BANANACOAST CREDIT UNION ). The lad in front of us was so thrilled with the unexpectedly large quantity of money in his account that he near kissed the wall and DID express his love for the hole in the wall. We withdrew our more humble amounts and headed down to the Guru Foods for Lunch. Fine vegetarian food. Beautiful drinks. And I, personally, love the Girls.
|Way back in April 1987, we had a birthday party out at Kalang. That party was an outdoor event with Kids from all over the Valley. Cook’s Creek to Urunga. They included the Kellys and the Poms, the Condons and more. The most successful gift on that occasion was an INSPECTOR GADGET toy. The recipient is now in training as an accountant. I still think he would have made a good detective.
I don’t know where the Cook’s Creek Kids are now. It was a long way out along Kalang and last I heard they couldn’t access their old road.
Last year, Cook’s featured in severe weather readings in April.
Here’s a site which features our weather:
|While looking at the old birthday party photos, I came across this school photograph. It is app. 1986 and the I have included it to show the URUNGA SCHOOL UNIFORM worn by these cousins. The boys spent most of their lives dressed in GREY. The girls – well NSW loves those blue checked uniforms.|
|Life on the Bellinger has always included a lot of fishing for me. There is a far more politically correct element to the Bellingen population but I generally miss it by an inch and find myself back in Urunga fishing.
MAY 1st sees the first day of the SAILING CLUB which is also going to teach canoe building. I am re-posting that image.
My Mother, Joyce Bell, on honeymoon in 1948 in Urunga.
DAPPER HONEYMOONING IN URUNGA 1948
|SWIMMING IN URUNGA POOL. 1950s.|