Showing posts with label Stories from the past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories from the past. Show all posts

Friday, December 30, 2011

One of my play grounds as a child

As a child of 9 I used to play in this location and even to this day it can be seen on google earth at this location. -30.379037, 152.719818 Lightening used to strike the ground about a kilometer to the right of this spot with regular abandon and when it even looked like storms one would never go there. The noise of the lightening and the loud flashes was a frightening thing to experience as a child.
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Sunday, December 25, 2011

The building that aint a building

Talk about pozzers and twisting a story well Im up there with the best of em. A bit of lying and skiting never hurt anyone. But to tell you about a twenty story building that aint there and all it is Is a photo. Now thats hard to beat even in the lying and skiting ways thats just a plain Lie you would say. Well it aint as I got a video of the thing so here it is. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmYoesuP5EA&list=UUM8ZCp4idH1c2xFUICOv93w&index=1&feature=plcp

Sydney Christmas

Went up to the big smoke for Christmas. Traffic I tells ya an hour to go a kilometer these blokes who drive in Parramatta are Nuts. Then I gets on one of those electric trains and gets to Sydney in thirty minutes. I gets out at Townhall station and goes to this shop called Hobbyco. Amazing! I get into this box and Im now on the second floor. Talk about teleportation, near buckles at the knees but arrives there safe. I cant find the box to go back down and Im stuck two flights up. I goes to climb over the rails to get down and Im pulled back and escorted to these moving stairs. Bloody helpful people there. Then there is this hand made christmas tree is like 80 feet high and covered in lights. So I gets my little trusty camera and does a video for yous to see. So here it is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3xzam_3uZI&list=UUM8ZCp4idH1c2xFUICOv93w&index=2&feature=plcp

Monday, December 5, 2011

Yowie, Kangaroo Valley Panther or imagination

I was a scout leader and was camping with a group of cubs at Kangaroo valley south of Sydney. We decided to play a few tricks on the group of kids and we had a big claw made from steel on a long handle. There was also a large footprint made as well also on a long handle. While the other leader was doing camp inspections and breakfast duties with the group I made my way down to the river and on the way scratched the bark on various trees along the track at the river footprints were made in the sand while keeping up on the river bank. The scratchings were about twelve to fourteen feet from the ground and the footprints were spaced about five feet apart. I secretly put the tools of deception away. Then came the fun part, TRACKING, the group was told to look for tracks of the local wild animals. This was to get a badge. Then one of the more astute boys noticed the scratching in the tree and asked what could it be was asked.  I reached up and they were about two feet out of my reach then came the punch line "it was the infamous kangaroo valley panther that no one had ever seen! Now the adrenalin was flowing. I lead them on down to the river and then stopped in my tracks and stood still they all followed suit. What are you looking at I was asked and the reply came quite!! The silence was deafening and there over there and I ran to the river bank followed by the group. Again one of the group saw the foot prints and pointed then out to the rest of them. The funny thing is from then on they never wanderered off on there own. Back to the foot prints I paced them out and the were about a foot longer in stride than I could make. This thing must have been huge about as big as a horse. The excitement grew with there imaginations getting the better of them enlarged the beast and the stories of men eating tigers and the like were spreading like a wild fire threw the group. That night we had finished tea and it was then stories around the camp fire. During one of those moments where all conversations seem to cease and silence is golden a cow in the field let out this almighty bellow MOOOOOO. Not expecting what was to follow this little guy jumps up from the other side of the ring of kids and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him and darts under my left arm and says you can look after me wont you sir!? Yes I says and the conversations went on into the night. Back a the scout hall a week later the leaders myself included were asked as to what went on at the camp as all the kids had night mares for the following week. We were forced to reveal our hand and the tools of deception and not one of those kids would admit that they were conned and all said they knew and were going along to keep the leaders happy.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Boat mills

http://www.lowtechmagazine.com/2010/11/boat-mills-bridge-mills-and-hanging-mills.html

November 16, 2010

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The mighty murtoa stick shed

The Mighty Murtoa Stick Shed

Gday. Leigh Hammerton from Murtoa here.

I am standing inside what is probably the most interesting and unusual building in Australia, bar none! It is certainly unique in the world, being the only one of its type left, although there were many others erected around Southern and Western Australia during WW2 when they were used as temporary storage for wheat, which could not be exported at the time.
It is BIG. In Imperial terms it is nearly 900ft long, 200ft wide and about 60ft high in the centre, with the entire roof supported on slender mountain ash poles straight from the bush. There are an incredible 560 poles inside, so you can appreciated the adopted name of this building – the Murtoa Stick Shed.
This shed, built in 1941, is the largest rustically-built structure in the world. It is currently under protection from Heritage Victoria (since 1992), and is noted in the Australian heritage listings for many, and varied, excellent reasons. Principally, its construction method is unique to Australia, and it also represents a huge leap forward in the handling of harvested crops, with the monumental change from bags to bulk handling. How the poor farmers must have enjoyed that! It employed trucks, elevators, conveyor belts and other ‘modern’ machinery to move wheat. However, the practical structural aspects pale into significance compared to its aesthetics! Its interior presents a fabulous experience, which, once viewed, is never forgotten. A massive forest of trees with a soaring overhead, vaulted canopy produces subdued natural lighting, and gives the impression of a huge empty natural space, with considerable religious overtones. The sheer volume of the structure is certainly impressive, and the two and one half acres of under-cover concrete floor is expansive in the extreme. It is both HUGE and peacefully QUIET, with wonderful acoustics! An amazing and indeed, unique experience, akin to some European cathedrals, but with so much more ethereal and natural characteristics - and MUCH larger!
The whole building however, is flexible in design to allow for the varying stresses of being filled gradually with wheat, using the in-built conveyer belt inside its highest point. The entire roof structure is tied to the vertical poles using only metal straps, which allows considerable movement. This is never more obvious than being inside during high winds - the whole building creaks and groans like a living thing. A total lack of maintenance over the last 20 years has unfortunately resulted in much damage, both internal and external, with two very large holes in the roof at present, many broken or damaged poles and other roof misalignments. All repairable of course.
The Stick Shed was the first one of its type built, and survived largely due to its concrete floor, which allowed it to remain in service long after other sheds, as they had tin floors which were prone to infestations of vermin and other wheat diseases. It was last used to hold wheat in 1989-90. It holds around 100,000 tons of wheat. The roofline is sloped to the same angle a pile of wheat forms naturally, and the shed was filled almost completely up to the roof when full. It is attached at one end to a massive concrete structure which houses the elevator. This elevator raised the wheat to the level of the top conveyor belt which ran the full length of the roof peak and dropped the wheat off the sides. It was emptied in reverse largely, with side conveyor belts. The mail Melbourne-Adelaide rail is adjacent the elevator, which allowed both emptying and filling from this source, although in recent years most wheat is trucked away via the nearby Wimmera Highway, which also runs through Murtoa.
The Stick Shed has featured on the 1994 Heritage Victoria poster/calendar and in countless articles about Australia’s heritage since then. It is probably better known and appreciated outside the immediate area, where there has been a long history of rejection, mainly due to its location within a major wheat handling facility - the largest inland one in Australia.
I see it as the potential saviour of Tourism in the whole Wimmera area, as this building alone has the ability to not only put itself on the Victorian Heritage list, but the Australian one too. It has endless possibilities for usage due to its enormous undercover area, and the interest by many others to simply view and experience its amazing interior. It should become an icon for the farming community who built and used it during a time when few male farmers were still on the land. It has served the people well and can do so in an entirely different way for many years to come.
I think the pictures say it all... the first 3 are recent, the others from the 1990s.
If you are as impressed as I am with this building, let me know, as support for it locally is surprisingly limited, and our small group of supporters would love to hear from you. The main part of the building is currently ‘owned’ by the Victorian Government Property Group, part of DSE. There is supposed to be restoration work taking place this year, but nothing has as yet happened. It could easily languish forever and finally become irrepairable eventually.
Leigh Hammerton
PO 77 Murtoa 3390
Ph 03 53852422
Email: murtoan@bigpond.net.au

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

nuclear power plants

During the second world war the Japanese attacked the USA with balloons with bombs that crossed the Pacific ocean on the winds. Fucashima power station  fall out will go where the balloons went and with those winds go the fallout from these broken power reactors. During the French atomic tests x ray equipment testing units were set off in Victoria in Australia. We are all effected with radio active materials and the increase in cancers is inevitable and our children are all effected and even the unborn ones. Now we come to global warming .. sorry climate change and the cost for carbon. Where is all this extra carbon coming from? There is the same amount on the earth as there was when it was formed. Look I don't get it , if you want to reduce the consumption of all materials then the only way to do this is wars and population reduction. Here is an example:- The Tasmanian Tiger doesn't produce any carbon dioxide any more, It has done its bit for global warming - climate change. My mate David Hughes suggested population reduction on his internet site Crowed Planet and was Jailed for taking steps to do what he thought was right and his site taken from him by the ACCC.. Look guys and girls it is simple KEEP YOUR PANTS ON and we wont need nuclear power stations and wars to keep the populations down. The greens have population reduction in there sights with gay marriages here in Australia the next step is to make it compulsery .

Monday, June 13, 2011

Drug sub

Finally I'm ready to launch the drug sub Then I discover the rego has run out on the trailer. I have to unload the boat and get the trailer reweighed and a new blue slip and all of the crap associated with this. This happened because the post never bought the renewals. I did receive the insurance renewal for the car and this twigged the rego for the trailer as no insurance is required. This will take some time as I now have to prove the trailer is mine, they can't just print off another renewal and check the numbers with the renewal that would be too easy... Reweigh the trailer new design rules to comply with. this will take some time.......

Friday, October 29, 2010

Good work I found this on the net under rubbish makes my day seeing someone do clean up work

Rubbish man gutted

IT was a dirty and low act. Henry the rubbish man was torn apart on Saturday night
IT was a dirty and low act.
After The Morning Bulletin on Friday highlighted Des Covey's efforts to clean up a section of the Capricorn Highway by packing litter into orange overalls to create rubbish men, someone disembowelled one of the creations.
It was no way to say thank-you to the Gracemere engineering contractor who braves the blazing sun on the road between Rockhampton and Gracemere in his spare time, collecting rubbish.
One of his creations named Henry was sitting alongside the highway on Friday night, when vandals attacked.
By morning Henry had been torn apart, leaving a pile of rubbish sitting around him.
Rockhampton couple Noelene and Phil Smith were appalled to see Des's hard work gone to waste.
“It's disgusting,” Noelene said.
“Somebody's out there trying to do good for the community and then someone just goes out and deliberately destroys it. We just want to encourage (Des) to keep up the good work.”
The couple said they couldn't understand why someone would do something so deliberately destructive.
“We don't know Des but it was really good to see the article and see what he's doing,” Phil said.
“I was a bit concerned on the weekend to see that it looked like it had been shredded and someone had undone his good work. Instead of destroying something they should do something constructive.”
Don Close, of Close Constructions said the people responsible should be found and punished.
“I think it's despicable,” Don said.
“Someone, out of the kindness of their heart, is doing the clean-up like he is and he's doing a tremendous job. It's really good to see how clean he's got the highway looking. It's really disappointing to see that someone can just come along and wilfully destroy his work. They should be found and made to clean up another street.”
Don was glad, however, to see someone had stopped on Saturday to clean up the mess.
“There were two vehicles and they looked as though they must have seen the rubbish and come back to clean it up,” he said.
Don said he hoped it didn't discourage Des from continuing his good work.
Des did not want to comment further on the situation, for fear of further repercussions.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

news flash


New information has come to light as to how Humphrey lost his leg. He was seen out at the dog on the tucker-box late one night and was teasing the dog with a stick. The dog being made of bronze was hard to stir and when he did he tore off  Humfrey's leg. Humfrey thought he would be in trouble so he made up the story of the mice. I am not shore what the white stuff on the dogs face is, he is either crying for what he did or it is Humfrey's stuffing. He is sitting there as if to say it wasn't me ....So children don't tease dogs with a stick cause they might bite.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Humphery Bear at Gundagai

Humphrey was at Gundagai when the river flooded and then came the mice plague. Humphrey being a placid thing could not let the mice starve he offered his foot for them to eat. When found on a recent trip he was hemorrhaging his bits on the floor. With out a thought his left leg was amputated without anesthetic and he made a full recovery. The picture below shows him sitting on the front fence.

The next photo shows Humphrey playing hide and seek sitting in a tree hiding from a little girl.

He also went swimming in the Murrumbidgee river in all his clothes. He could have found a cleaner part of the river to play.
Humphrey asked to come to Nowra to live as he said he doesn't like the mice anymore and the next photo shows Humphrey visiting Goulburn on the way to Nowra.

Monday, May 31, 2010

The passing of a legend


My Old mate Donny the race horse owner Died on Sunday he didn't want to go. He was the one featured in a previous post about recycling.He will be sorely missed by the nurses at Gundagai hospital for his humor in his last days. Donny worked on many things during his wonderful life and the only thing that bothered him was his arm and even then he never complained, which went into a peach canning machine. Which smashed his arm in many places leaving it with a permanent bend which was noticeable if it was pointed out. His only big winner in the racing game was Sanjapaddy. Donny was a big winner in the game of life. He was the last person to get kicked out and barred from the Hume hotel before it closed for of all things, Fighting at the age of seventy.  One occasion saw one of his work mates get injured and Donny bought his kids presents for Christmas. Spending his entire pay he lived on home grown potatoes and trapped rabbits for the next two weeks. Donny never married that I know of but could have many times over. I was in Tumut and we got hungry and we both had little money, and we were both hungry we fronted up to the country woman's association meeting hall under Donny's initiative. Well the biggest feed was rustled up in minutes by the old ladies who swooned over Donny. Then there was the time Donny and I got  into the bin behind Woolworth's to get groceries out of the bin. This was in the days before they put the out of date meat into sausages. There was every type of food available but with out of date stickers on it. Don't happen any more they were the days.....bye Donny

Donny's dog Bessy rescued from being shot, and what a dog she is.