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Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Thursday, August 28, 2008

old news

via Genevieve

NLA Australian Newspapers beta Historic Australian Newspapers, 1803 to 1954

Yesterday I immersed myself in The Argus, September 1945, but only scratched the surface.

Raw POW accounts, missing airmen and ads for tennis racket restrings
Civilians who died in the first days of Peace and the scarcity of lemons
Flat or House required by quiet Protestant
atomsite


(I'd need days, weeks, with this wonderful resource- and that's just the Argus)
 

Friday, February 08, 2008

al fresco

Welcome to the Australian barbecue, 2008. Not everyone grills in the shadow of an architect-designed mansion, of course, but today's typical barbie barely resembles the simple snags-and-chops affairs of yore...

Sgarbossa, a property developer, has also seen the change. "When clients give me the specifications, they now include the barbecue," he says. "They think nothing of spending 50 grand on an al fresco dining area. That wouldn't have happened a few years ago. A barbecue was something you just put on the veranda."

Toffs 'n' tongs. The Age
I'll take the yore, thanks.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Thursday, November 13, 2003

our drowned town

Recently things featured some haunting photos of the Welsh village of Capel Celyn (Tryweryn), 1957 -65 - before it was drowned. Stark b/w images of stone cottages and old trees, marks of centuries caught in that condemned eerie emptiness, a temporary ghost town where even ghosts are soon be submerged.

Years ago on a school camp I remember our teacher (once a local) bitterly lamenting the fate of old Tallangatta - in North Eastern Victoria, which was moved before the site was drowned for the Hume Reservoir. I searched for some similar photos but could could only find the tourist info sites. Then by chance looking for old cafes, I found this Interior, Hume Cafe, Ogarivitch, Tallangatta a condemned cafe known by many names including Riverina In fact the State Library Picture Collection includes over 150 images of a photographic survey by the State Rivers and water Supply Commission mostly in 1954.

Houses
Business premises
Menswear
Hairdressing salon

These Commission photos survey the exterior and interior details of buildings leaving the sadness as subtext, in abandoned tennis courts or the last stand of mature Palm trees before their watery fate, last chapter in a strange exotic journey

Perhaps this graffiti is one record of dissent - and some of the suits at the official celebrations might have had a bit of the old soviet style about them.

Something of a town is always hidden within the survey of premises and hardware and inventory of goods.

Wednesday, July 30, 2003

seconds

There were some good links discovered in the course of compiling that fishy entry, too good to embed and forget.
A Photo gallery from Walhalla Historic Township, which includes this one of the famous cricket ground.
Lost Lives - The Second World War and the islands of New Guinea. this web site commemorates the Second World War in the islands of New Guinea and the impact it has had on many lives.
Lyric Records is dedicated to the preservation of 1920s and 1930s music by issuing CD compilations of the 78rpm record (makes boynton wish she had a credit card and/or credit)
Rock Snaps - Photographs from the Laurie Richards Collection -
One of the online exhibitions of items from the Performing Arts Museum Collection.
Cosmic breed - mod gear. ( boynton wishes she cld look so cool...alas)
zip-r-strip Hey! Don't part with your perfectly aged leather jacket. Add another zipper instead.


Comments: seconds

Tom the Tailor (of Zip-R-Strip) lives in my town, and is the guy I go to when my leather jacket needs work done. He does good work. Thankfully, I am still thin enough not to need his invention.
Posted by Christopher at July 31, 2003 02:34 AM

That's interesting. I found him through searching for "leather-tailor" actually - (trying to kill two fish with one stone) - but yeah I think it looks a good invention - knowing how attached people become to their leatherjackets.
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 01:23 PM

Thursday, July 24, 2003

local history

Dead Foxes hanging from Tree...Roadside sign ... Members of the Market Gardeners’ Picnic Committee...Aspendale Football Club players line up....The 1965 re-enactment of Grimes landing at Long Beach.

These are some of the images from the City of Kingston historical website
Boynton has been browsing the wonderful local history articles, like Recollections of childhood in Dingley
(From the Minute Book of the Ladies Social Club) Mrs Gartside moved at the May 16, 1939 meeting “letter be written to tell Mrs Elms, our younger set are not satisfied with music & will have to try & suit them or close down.” This motion was seconded by Mrs Souter..The Dingley Social Club continued for many, many years, meeting each week to play beetles and to raise money for the war effort

A report on a shooting at Highett:
On the afternoon of November 25, 1932, two men, Harry Quong and Arthur Herbert Moulynex were observed as acting suspiciously by Nora Thompson outside the house of Dorothy Dickman in Highett Road. She watched them force an entry, via a window, into the house. No doubt wondering what to do she told Patrick Snelling , the local dairyman, what she saw

and an article on the Shindig at the Mordialloc Lifesaving club
The beginning of the dance was modest, with recorded music being used, before moving to bands of live musicians...Bobby Cookson was the singer with the group called the Premiers, and he recalled the first night of live music when he sang Elvis Presley’s song, ‘Hard Headed Woman’ and the crowd going berserk even though the performance in his judgement wasn’t that good


Comments: local history

Dead foxes were hung from trees to lure others to their death.(allegedly) The curious fox would come over to investigate and POP.
Posted by Nora at July 24, 2003 10:45 PM

There was always something sinister there - although I guess such a sight could be regarded as 'sound'.
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2003 11:53 PM

Sunday, June 29, 2003

wesley

Boynton missed John Wesley's first 300th birthday on the 17th of June, but did acknowledge his second, the 28th, yesterday as she passed his statue in Lonsdale Street (the actual day depends on which calendar style is followed apparently). She observed that his outsretched right hand, with frozen grip, might be read as a gesture of the missing glass, or stubbie, a gesture of lack, indeed a classic methodist position. Interesting to read that John Wesley was not an abstainer, and enjoyed fine wine. Boynton was born into a Methodist family but never knew the special edicts of the denomination. Perhaps by that stage we were only nominally of the denomination. We did go to a small timber church that looked a bit like this, that had been moved across Melbourne to sit among the gum trees at the foot of the Dandenongs, whose congregation, a local community, was doomed to amalgamate with the posher parish and its solid sixties style building a few miles away. The semi rural hamlet was also getting swallowed by suburbia at this time, that local feel dispersing, gumtrees going. It was only through attending an Anglican school with its cultural shift into high ritual and subdued singing that boynton could define that old time religion of childhood. A kind of community hymn singing church down the road with picnics and tennis and concerts.
John Wesley's famous rules for singing: Sing lustily and with good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength must have travelled down the generations and across the world, and out to the rural fringes of the city. Everyone seemed to sing pretty lustily to boynton - just as they may well have played tennis lustily in the privacy of their own court.
The shocking truth about John Wesley is an account of his London house and various health devices including his personal electric shock machine
He'd turn the crank on this crude device to generate a current of electricity through a metal rod, against which he'd press his tongue, forehead, or an ailing body part—a burn or a sore tooth, for example
and chamber horse "—an exercise chair with a thick leather cushion filled with air, which, when sat in, flattened like an accordion. Wesley hopped up and down in this chair for hours, simulating horseback riding.
General references on JW 300
Local ABC radio report
Methodist Heritage tour of England
cyber hymnal John Wesley


Comments: wesley

How is Methodism travelling these days?
Are they into charity services work?
Helping the homeless etc?
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at June 30, 2003 11:36 AM

Bit like South Melbourne football club, our other family denomination, the methodists were absorbed into the National competition. That is they've been part of the Uniting Church since 1977, and unlike the Presbyterians, there's no continuing line that I know of. Different story /culture in America it would seem.That ABC radio has some good info on the state of play. I imagine that charity and social justice is attended to lustily. (I was going to say as with tennis, but the local courts here, still bearing the methodist imprint, seem to sit idle on most weekends)
Posted by boynton at June 30, 2003 12:53 PM

Actually Gary I think the link I meant was one I forgot to include, an article wriiten by Keith Suter, consultant for social policy, Wesley Mission, Sydney.
http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/06/13/1055220763061.html
Posted by boynton at June 30, 2003 02:53 PM