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Just throwing this out there…  (An across-tables revelation)

 

Being Sunday-afternoon movie addicts our lunch times are dictated by what’s on at the theatre and when.

If there’s nothing worth seeing we stay home have a table-picnic (cheeses, meats, Tuscan mix) and a bottle of wine; with Mary having to guess the Australian wine; which is no mean feat bearing in mind her American origins – though now an Australian citizen. If it’s a very early showing I grab a blue-heaven milkshake from Panache while Mary collects her diet coke and popcorn. A mid-afternoon showtime involves a fast-food eatery within the mall. This week’s 3.15pm start meant we could enjoy lunch at Bistrot Plume (a deliciously-small Mount Pleasant Road restaurant).

  

It wasn’t long before the two inevitable questions were asked of Mary

by the delightful couple at an adjacent table – Where are you from and

How did you two meet?

By 3.00pm our respective stories had been shared;

during the telling of which I handed across my Fyansford.com card -

which led to us being made privy to an interesting bit of history…

As a secondary school student the now 76-year old gentleman had the “good” fortune of being given, during term breaks, some money-earning work at the Fyansford limestone quarry by his uncle, the work’s boss – his job to stand at the edge of the drop-off and direct the backing of trucks to the edge so they could deposit their loads of top soil. Apparently, toward the end of one shift, his mind wandered, a left-rear wheel came a little too close to the edge and, with wheels spinning in the scree, began a slow but inevitable slide toward the drop-off. The shocked boy immediately jumped out of the way, the driver evacuated the vehicle (must have been before seat-belts were compulsory), and both, with dropping jaws, watched as the behemoth disappeared in heart-stopping slow motion over the edge coming to rest with a loud thump upside-down at the base of the incline. A works-crew subsequently arrived, retrieved the vehicle, cut it into bits and welded the parts back together. Within three weeks the truck was back at work. Needless-to-say none of the drivers henceforth took their eyes of rear-view mirrors, ignoring the lad’s directions totally. Yes, as the boss’s nephew he kept his job. But, I don’t think he went to the Christmas breakup.

Pssst! Are there any quarry workers out there from the early sixties who knew of this bit of high jinks? 

As told to John & Mary (Sunday, 3rd November, 2019)
 

It's black & white

I never saw it. Until this morning...

On the bike at the gym

watching the National Press Club address.

Fyansford is an old township; very old.

Well!

To many it's a new town.

There are many 'old folk' in Fyansford; some very old.

So what!

They have a lot to share with us ~ if we listen.

It's not the passage of time that makes it so hard to get older. It's ageism, a prejudice that pits us against our future selves -- and each other.... "Aging is not a problem to be fixed or a disease to be cured....

It is a natural, powerful, lifelong process that unites us all."

Ashton Applewhite 

I've seen two top programs on TV this week. Programs that made me think. Really think!

Firstly, You can't ask that... with a group of totally with-it olders.

Secondly, The National Press Club address featuring an amazing thinker, Ashton Applewhite.

 

If I could get a link to You can't ask that... I'd show it.

Here's the link to Ashton Applewhite's address.

Here's a link to her Ted Talks presentation.

 

Made me think about life, myself, Fyansford...

It's time to create a world of age equality by making discrimination on the basis of age as unacceptable as any other kind of bias.

 

Our Fyansford is what it is. It has a great history.

It will have a great future.

It will be a lovely place to live, to raise families, to enjoy life.

 

Back in the days…

 

.... when weekends were filled with dives, weeknights with writing the club newsletter and the Geelong Dive Club was a big chunk of my world (as part-owner of the Geelong Dive Centre) life was an everyday buzz; never knowing when a dive might deliver to me that nugget of gold; well, at least a classic old bottle or broken shard of pottery from an earlier time just released from the sands by currents…

 

Nowadays my days with Mary and Archie are filled with family, friends, travel, meals out, that quiet whisky at night, pottering around the house, delving through history and writing my blogs/websites. But, still that occasional nugget is revealed with ensuing excitement.

 

Just last night I met with a gentleman who worked on the re-routing of the Moorabool and who  gifted me a bundle of photographs (16) and a news-clipping from the Geelong Advertiser. Many thanks, Leo. My blog schedule is set for the next couple of weeks. But, I’ll let you know when your memories are set free.

PS     Dianne, your bundle of goodies is safe.

            Let me know if you want me to bring them around.  Or, will you collect them?

Just thinking!

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Every contribution appreciated... whether in a bundle or individually

Betsey Anne Benne - My dad at Fyansford quarry

Vikki Wazhere (Synot family home)

Grazing Licence ~ Thanks, Dianne!

Keep them coming!

Every contribution appreciated ~ whether in a bundle or individually

via email, Facebook, personal delivery (12 McAuliffe Drive, Fyansforcd)

Latest delivery... Thanks, Kurt!

Please let me know if you'd rather

I not post your name.

Also,

be aware that I sometimes

do a minimum of pre-posting editing.

 
 

question I have been asked a few times over recent weeks...

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What do you include under the banner "Fyansford.com"?

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Features of interest to Fyansford.com

Remember :

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Almost anything...

Well, if I can find a relationship (any relationship at all) between the locality of Fyansford, the people, the history, geography, climate, flora & fauna, industry or businesses that were at some time part of the Fyansford picture, the relevance of our locality to greater Victoria, etc. then I see it as fair game.

But, essentially it also has to have some sort of interest-factor. 

e.g.

  • I found well covers on a recent walk by the primary school...

  • Captain Melville on the 24th (1852) held up two bush workers at Fyansford...

  • St Luke's Anglican church, though no longer here, did function until 1947...

  • Council boundaries set a loose geographic location to work within...

  • Fyansford is a place on the map, a place people drive through...

  • Local Fyansfordites might want to make a comment on something. Great!

  • Even census, business or other statistics may be of interest to someone...

If the question has come in the form of an email or Messenger comment then I do try to furnish more specific information.

See below...

 

Take me to it...

 

I have always enjoyed walking my dogs; currently Archie (a beaglier) and formally Magic (a cavalier) and I never know who I am going to meet; always fun chatting with and learning from my  neighbours.

It's truly amazing what talented people live 'next door', just up the road, around the corner, in the next street.... One neighbour is a micro-biologist, one a gold prospector, one a keen off-roader...

 

One Fyansfordite  I've come to know is just the most talented "creative" I've ever met. Totally unassuming - but oh so talented.

 

To me a creative photographer is one who does more than just take photos. It is what he or she does with them (in the editing process) that is so amazing. I see Michelle as a creative artist in the field of photography. And, yes, I have thrown out the challenge to Michelle to weave her spells over some of our Fyansford features. Here's hoping.... 

 

Like to see what I mean. See Forever exploring..

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There is always a fair share of letters from:

  • Indian IT companies offering ways to get me on page 1 of Google

  • Followers requesting permission to post a photo or quote a piece of text

  • Researchers seeking information (many obviously never having first searched my site)

  • People correcting something I have said (I always appreciate these contributions)

Occasionally there is a little gem:

  • A photo I've never previously seen (see rail-line image from Pam Jennings)

  • An informative comment (see Paul Westcott's email - I've deleted personal details)

  • Something which, unfortunately, I can't help with (see John Gowty's request below)

Every now and then a real nugget comes my way that really impacts on my site:

But, above all, I love it when I actually get to meet others with an interest in Fyansford:

  • Like the day Dianne Higgins came knock, knock-a-knocking (see Janet Hovey)

 

always exciting!

I never know what's going to be there...

 

Not all alike…                     Thankfully!

I have friends ~ some of whom are gifted photographers, talented sportsmen, highly qualified academics, amateur gardeners par excellence, tradies I'd trust, artistically creative or possessors of unbelievable memories. I am none of these. That is not to say I am without skills of which I am proud. Some have said that I’ve been lucky in life. No, I would rather it be said, I’ve been opportunistic in dealing with Life’s offerings.

 

While I have had books published by MacMillan, Addison Wesley Longman, Pearson…, this would not have happened had I not first approached Longman Cheshire back in 1986. Now I appreciate seeing others step out of their comfort-zones and, thus, I congratulate Greg Dale on presenting his poem tentatively titled “There Was a Place” to the world via the Fyansford Community Noticeboard.

There Was a Place …

 

There is a Tavern down there,
Doors are gone,
Lanterns are out,
People are gone,
in its day,
Horses just wonder about.

 

Roof has holes,
Windows aren’t there,
Walls are still in tack,
At the Junction hotel,
Coming into Fyansford town.

 

Not many knows
What stood there,
As they passed each day,
Cursing down the highway,
Coming into Fyansford town.

 

They come down that road,
Fyansford Gheringhap Rd,
They don’t know what it is,
As people have gone
From a past day,
Horses just wander about.

 

Roof it has holes,
Windows aren’t there,
Walls are still in tack,
At the junction hotel,

Coming into Fyansford town.

 

In its day.
It was the place to be,
Place to catch up,
Leave note
Of where you would be.

 

Roof has holes,
Windows aren’t there,
Bluestone walls are still in tack,
At the Junction hotel,
Coming into Fyansford town.

 

Greg!

Let me know if there are any typos, punctuation or interpretive errors. Cheers!

Back then...

 

For some,

Christmas is a sad time...

For many, a fun time...

 

For me, a time of joy;

an opportunity to make new memories and build bridges.

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Geelong in historical pictures

     is a classic Geelong resource...

This 

Illustrated Diary no. 6

(with selected pages)

by Charlie  Hammond (artist)

ca. 1919

Here is my Christmas gift to Geelong in Historical Pictures

Click first image to open and view slideshow

 

The New Year

is my time for rumaging through old files, discarding doubles

and revisiting those that hold special interest.

 

Back on June 13, 2017, Nathan Cleasby-Jones posted several photos on Geelong In Historical Pictures. This ultimately resulted in the two of us meeting on several occasions during which Nathan shared his stories and more of his images. Nathan was particularly knowledgeable as a button collector and I got to know him quite well; seeking his advice every now and then as a person with very specialised knowledge.

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I just never know where a half-hour web-surf session will lead to:

> LanePiper / Fyansford Green / St Quentin / ICD Property

> Take me there 

 

Some might call me anal.

   But,

   I just love attention to detail....

And,

I can't help

but be impressed

by the work of architect Sam Brak

Concrete Dreams Design Brief

... convert a group of massive, disused concrete silos on the outskirts of Geelong into a

multi-function community centre.

Interested? To find out more...

Take me there...

 

 

Now I'm asking you to pick the three photos that best mean Fyansford to you from the following portfolio of images (50+) compiled from postings on Fyansford.com and other relevant websites.

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Click link to access Powerpoint slideshow

Option 2. If Powerpoint slideshow doesn't operate

click this link to access a cloud presentation.

Be patient!

Option 1 will only be available (I think) on PCs.

Email your selections to fyansford.com@gmail.com.

Results will be posted once sufficient data has been obtained.

A few years back...

 I posed the question, "What does Fyansford mean to you?"

 

Unaccustomed as I am to melancholy...

Fyansford is still Fyansford ~ even without the silos

Those palm trees ~ who planted them and why?

A new shopping precinct ~ will it reflect the uniqueness of Fyansford?

A bottle shop makes sense ~ but....

History is more than just a blank slate...

The Parade has seen a lot of history, just as our Monier bridge...

Will the old Swan Inn be resurrected yet again?

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Guess I just have to live vicariously through the adventures of the young'uns...

Getting older

is a real bummer

Special thanks to Evert van Dreven and Mac Haywood for this morning's contributions.

Evert van Dreven

Macaulay Haywood

 

 

This tantalizing tidbit arrived in the mail yesterday from Kerrie Wearne Harrison.

Morsels like this don’t come by every day. Surely, it’s just a teaser.

Well, I’m biting…

 

Can anyone add flesh to this appetiser by translating the military jibber-jabber, gobbledygook to plain language?

 

          Hey! The good thing about Personal Musings

          is that I have a community with whom I can share the problem...

          Does it refer to a "commando training camp" as Kerrie hypothesises?

          Or something entirely different...

          Perhaps it refers to the Fyansford primary school which may have been used back in 1941 as                    the base for a local militia...

 

Hmm!

Can some old-timer or army personnel throw light on the situation by translating the jargon?

Hey!

Thanks, Kerrie? I love it...

These little whispers from the past are always exciting.

Do you know what your GGG uncle's name was and anything more about him? Where did he live?
 

I did a search of "Military camps/locations in Australia during ww2" and found no mention of Fyansford. 

 

Perhaps someone can explain what the initials/abbreviations stood for...

  • 3 T. Bn. No1

  • 3 Tng. Bn. No.3

  • 3 T. Bn. No. 7 / 18 / 33 / 40

  • Tng. S. Fyansford

  • Cmd. Tng. School Fyansford

  • S. Cmd. Training School Fyansford

  • S.C.S.T.S Fyansford

 

Fyansford

 

Never too old to ...

surf

Some mornings I wake up, shower, walk the dog and just want to go surfing. Well, I can dream.....

The next best thing is to surf the net.

 

So, this is an introduction to a page of unplanned wanderings, some might say maudlings; on those mornings when, no matter what is waiting to be completed, I just feel like doing something a little different...

So, I just go where the WWW takes me... trusting there will be something interesting that turns up...

So, let's go surfing...