tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51222025996630035362024-03-28T22:34:25.120-07:00Bribie Island HistoryThis blog is maintained by the Bribie Island Historical Society and looks at all aspects of Bribie Island's history.Bribie Family History Associationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03775519272407873357noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-21601142473664475072024-02-28T15:50:00.000-08:002024-02-28T15:59:32.848-08:00Cyclone Annie 1963 New Year's Day<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>In the early hours of 1st January 1963, Cyclone Annie crossed the coast near Noosa and left a trail of damage as it moved south. As noted in the article below, on the half-completed Bribie Island Bridge, one of the temporary huts was blown over into the water.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Campers spent a “terror” night</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hundreds of campers from Woody Point to Bribie Island packed in confusion and fled homeward at first light yesterday after a night of terror.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFY5iizsRxvkAJwJoBet6gzuajl27JakRiRzolMWqG8UEMzv9eiRZS2J3trno0zIzElfc8dA05JjiqPNFpAFEzzUX1IjX47bx6cnGuh9qrHf4aDwSnFIRxCKPqufDJ_gSXrR1peqnNr02jnJk3rlaaVNh7xLL-FfzJsmo_AUSG_Ocb0uEClg58ULh/s1438/Picture1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1438" data-original-width="1164" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFY5iizsRxvkAJwJoBet6gzuajl27JakRiRzolMWqG8UEMzv9eiRZS2J3trno0zIzElfc8dA05JjiqPNFpAFEzzUX1IjX47bx6cnGuh9qrHf4aDwSnFIRxCKPqufDJ_gSXrR1peqnNr02jnJk3rlaaVNh7xLL-FfzJsmo_AUSG_Ocb0uEClg58ULh/s320/Picture1.jpg" width="259" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">SHADED AREA on map shows the area in which Cyclone Annie was felt. Lines show how the cyclone's centre – located by the Weather Bureau radar at 3 a.m. yesterday 60 miles east-north-east of Tewantin – split in two. Late last night the bureau said one cyclone centre was still in the Gayndah area, but was filling in. The other prong swept over Brisbane early yesterday bringing winds of up 53 miles an hours. A total of 34 points of rain fell at the Weather Bureau yesterday. <br />Courier Mail Wed 2.1.1963 p.1</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Scores spent Monday night crouched in rain-sodden tents, holding them down against wind gusts which ripped many to pieces. Crashing trees in some camp areas were an added hazard.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At Beachmere, on the northern shore of Deception Bay, a 3 ft.-thick tree crashed near two tents crowded with men, women and children.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By 10 a.m. yesterday all camping reserves were half deserted. Exhausted people were lying in a watery sunshine, snatching a few minutes rest after a sleepless night, before packing up and travelling home. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Redcliffe City Council supplied two trucks with drivers to help campers who were without transport.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The cyclone battered the half-completed £236,000 Bribie Island Bridge, but no structural damage was done. The winds caused a pile-driver to drag its many anchors, and a floating crane was swept 20 yards from its moored position.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Workmen’s huts and buildings housing equipment were blown over and smashed. Part of one hut, erected on the bridge, was blown over into 30ft. of water.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEk4R_uvLOW2XvrzivI65eVOtkCZGFTjLHe4MilX4Iy8_jtSK-t77t4ygnzZvAxyfBL5wxfSzS0BrVsra4C_6zgKXEQiLnI1zGfnjHjf6QeF-iBkkOd14peXZFaabJsau3Low2ySZpFocnQhGMt2S3U6Ca6NEqOgnYKs7N091hDDbxQkAh76hIPLc/s1359/Picture2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1028" data-original-width="1359" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEk4R_uvLOW2XvrzivI65eVOtkCZGFTjLHe4MilX4Iy8_jtSK-t77t4ygnzZvAxyfBL5wxfSzS0BrVsra4C_6zgKXEQiLnI1zGfnjHjf6QeF-iBkkOd14peXZFaabJsau3Low2ySZpFocnQhGMt2S3U6Ca6NEqOgnYKs7N091hDDbxQkAh76hIPLc/s320/Picture2.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">ROADBLOCK caused by one of several big trees uprooted by yesterday's cyclone.<br /> It was thrown across the Bruce Highway north of Caboolture. The road, which is skirted by timber <br />from Caboolture on, was yesterday covered with branches and debris. Courier Mail Wed 2.1.1963 p.5</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: times;">REFERENCES:<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">Two die when cyclone rips into coast. <i>Courier Mail</i> Wed 2.1.1963 p.1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 11.<br /></span><span style="font-family: times;">article and photos</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">Campers spent a "terror" night. <i>Courier Mail</i> Wed 2.1.1963 p.3.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"> Cyclone fury rips Caloundra tents as campers flee winds. <i>Courier Mail</i> Wed 2.1.1963 p.5.</span></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-18398440486029192102024-01-27T00:07:00.000-08:002024-02-01T23:23:42.994-08:00The Koopa Estate - 1920 - Toorbul Point - Ningi Creek<p style="text-align: center;"><i>Over a century ago, in 1920, 18 lots of land were offered for sale in "The Koopa Estate" which was described as "situated on Toorbul Point, frontage to Ningi Creek". The following advertisements give details about these 'seaside farms'. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>The items below refer to accompanying lithographs - if you have a copy of a lithograph of the Koopa Estate from 1920 please send us an email at bribiehistoricalsociety@gmail.com </i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>The Koopa Estate.</b> For Sale. [Large advertisement] 18 Beautiful Farms, 30 to 85 acres each. Situated on Toorbul Point, frontage to Ningi Creek, within half an hour’s trip by motor boat from Bribie Island. Ideal citrus, pineapple, and banana land, splendid dairying country. All subtropical products grow to perfection. This is an exceptional opportunity to secure a Seaside Farm, in the beautiful locality, easy terms, only 1/10th deposit, 9 years for balance.</span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJ8fbkP_36pkLwJGi0k4_xiU2o9J34hXBHu6PLNzyEgs_vsR9NB_vI5FPgfVQwaaMWQRrpOjvN1haBwenfmx7c0SgJwvm-RaUvPGmnhTmdlaQ7j63MPI7r4wOjvs8Iqhy-ySjCQox03xEO2CtLcaRY4dV14a1zvMPEO4ExkdUrVBonXF1QyEPnQGf/s571/Screenshot%202023-12-21%20164640.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="571" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJ8fbkP_36pkLwJGi0k4_xiU2o9J34hXBHu6PLNzyEgs_vsR9NB_vI5FPgfVQwaaMWQRrpOjvN1haBwenfmx7c0SgJwvm-RaUvPGmnhTmdlaQ7j63MPI7r4wOjvs8Iqhy-ySjCQox03xEO2CtLcaRY4dV14a1zvMPEO4ExkdUrVBonXF1QyEPnQGf/s320/Screenshot%202023-12-21%20164640.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Koopa Estate. For Sale. <br />18 Beautiful Farms, 30 to 85 Acres Each<br /><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179641560" target="_blank">The Telegraph 23 December 1920 p. 10</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The numerous products of the adjoining lands are well known to the large crowds of Bribie visitors. Buyers can inspect this fine Estate by motor boat, leaving Bribie Jetty at 8 a.m. on Wednesday and Thursday, 29th and 30th December, or by application to the agents from Caboolture. Lithographs, further information and prices obtainable from Morton & Davis, Property Salesmen, 298 Adelaide Street (opp. Howard Motor Coy.), Brisbane and Caboolture or from the Office of the Brisbane Tug Company, and from J. Campbell, Bribie</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: The Telegraph 23.12.1920 p. 10 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179641560" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179641560</a></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">KOOPA ESTATE, TOORBUL POINT.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Koopa Estate, 18 beautiful mixed Orchard and Dairy Farms, situated on Toorbul Point, handy to Bribie Island, or by road to Caboolture; £4 to £8 per acre. 9 years’ terms. Morton & Davis, Property Salesmen, Caboolture.</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: The Daily Mail, 28.12.1920 p. 8 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article212821088" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article212821088</a></span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeLf3ZXTiMASgATNfzoVvSdqqK3xleIZikErk5_EPWUDw4V6e9ese6arpXaxspKhu2suIg1ksoA7KXYYPKnuy_T0YuuHJ4BrqRjOM95Z1gk_0oAfuK29K041tSrYhFAUn03dA3RtZlwUAB-mq_swfiGpIefVjfJleGvSwHDLPZ00KHLSh54I1LvMD/s587/Screenshot%202023-12-21%20171648.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="578" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeLf3ZXTiMASgATNfzoVvSdqqK3xleIZikErk5_EPWUDw4V6e9ese6arpXaxspKhu2suIg1ksoA7KXYYPKnuy_T0YuuHJ4BrqRjOM95Z1gk_0oAfuK29K041tSrYhFAUn03dA3RtZlwUAB-mq_swfiGpIefVjfJleGvSwHDLPZ00KHLSh54I1LvMD/w394-h400/Screenshot%202023-12-21%20171648.png" width="394" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Koopa Estate. <br />Choice farms, 30 to 85 acres, <br />each situated on Toorbul Point, <br />30 minutes by motor boat from Bribie. <br />Splendid fishing and boating. <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article180542027" target="_blank">The Telegraph Sat 29 Jan 1921 p. 16</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><b>REFERENCES</b></p><p>The Koopa Estate. For Sale. [Large advertisement] 18 Beautiful Farms, 30 to 85 acres each. Situated on Toorbul Point, frontage to Ningi Creek, within half an hour’s trip by motor boat from Bribie Island. <br /><i>The Telegraph</i> Thu 23 Dec 1920, p. 10 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179641560" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179641560</a> </p><p>The Koopa Estate. [Large advertisement] Choice farms, 30 to 85 acres, each situated on Toorbul Point, 30 minutes by motor boat from Bribie. Splendid fishing and boating. <br /><i>The Telegraph</i> Sat 29 Jan 1921 p. 16 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article180542027" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article180542027</a></p><p>Koopa Estate.<br /><i>The Telegraph</i> Thu 23 Dec 1920, p. 10 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179641560" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179641560</a></p><p>Koopa Estate, Toorbul Point.<br /><i>The Daily Mail </i>Tue 28 Dec 1920, p. 8 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article212821088" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article212821088</a></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-32882617528717266912023-12-28T23:44:00.000-08:002023-12-28T23:49:21.230-08:00Christmas holidays at Bribie 1920 - 1929<p style="text-align: center;"><i>Many people have had camping holidays on Bribie Island in recent times. Below gives a glimpse of holidays that were taken in the 1920s, with visitors spending a "delightful time, fishing, surfing and picnicing" on the one of the finest beaches in Queensland. </i></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1920</b><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>A Bribie Request </b>- "Camper" writes from Bribie Island stating that some 2000 campers will visit that resort for the Christmas holidays. The writer expresses satisfaction at the fact that the Ambulance Brigade has rendered valuable service during the past two or three years, but urges that another great need would be filled if a police constable could be stationed on the island for at least two weeks, as commodities are often missed from tents during the absence of the occupants. <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier, 17 Dec 1920, p.8 </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20483493" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20483493</a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></span></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcY11RXhNixuVC-Z-awkw70sRkY4WtbkTm0JvHnjRnh_2zKIExcirEx4HFh3V4my8hyphenhyphen1mHxhyphenhyphenaMGcC_FACeMhNea-aJhvMTeeGgDo1n9yvAteiV-MovWtUdBfBMQhYWxXM3H-gxb3mez6q96HAU3F23z0F7a4sipzOWybtAUxcYaA4VK53puFbHvf0/s637/Screenshot%202023-12-21%20165048.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="637" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcY11RXhNixuVC-Z-awkw70sRkY4WtbkTm0JvHnjRnh_2zKIExcirEx4HFh3V4my8hyphenhyphen1mHxhyphenhyphenaMGcC_FACeMhNea-aJhvMTeeGgDo1n9yvAteiV-MovWtUdBfBMQhYWxXM3H-gxb3mez6q96HAU3F23z0F7a4sipzOWybtAUxcYaA4VK53puFbHvf0/w400-h181/Screenshot%202023-12-21%20165048.png" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">For a Perfect Day's Outing at a Moderate Cost take <br />S.S. Koopa to Bribie Island and spend a delightful time <br />- fishing, surfing, picnicing - on Queensland's finest beach. </span></i><br /><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article163728159" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Humpybong Weekly and Advertiser 3.5.1928 p.2</span></a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Christmas at Bribie.</b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Bribie Island seems to have become even more popular than it has been in the past (writes a correspondent) as the number of campers this year exceeds that of any previous year. Every available space is occupied by tents, and the available houses are taxed to their utmost limit. Fishing enthusiasts are having good hauls, and other sporting pastimes are also indulged in. Dancing, music, and moving pictures are the means of recreation at night. On Boxing Day the visitors were well catered for by Mr. J.R. McSweeney, of the Education Department, who was elected president and secretary of the sports committee. An excellent programme of athletic and other sporting and interesting events was provided, and as a result the secretary will be able to divide £17/10/ between the St. John and the Queensland Ambulance Brigades. A dance was held at night, Mr. R. Davis supervising the arrangements.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier, Fri 31 Dec 1920, p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20465536" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20465536</a></span></span><p></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1924</b></span><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Ambulance Christmas Seaside Camps</b>. The secretary of the Queensland Transport Brigade has received the following amounts from the Christmas seaside camps, representing collections, donations, and results of benefits, viz - . . . Bribie Island, £32/18/0 . . . The sincere thanks of the committee of the brigade have been extended to those who donated towards these efforts. . . . Messrs Davis, Freeman, Lacey and Thornton, of Bribie Island, the Brisbane Tug and Steamship Co. Ltd.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier Wed 9 Jan 1924 p. 3 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20671058" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20671058</a></span> </span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkXYuEBiSxJui9dOTWTb7V7a7At55qJrdDu0Q0k5FOaO2ZHjQmjYQawpnN33-9s-MZRX4qUWB20AeJppbcQG0eBcAac4KjvWgzyd8rC686KWaSrYWhjQKX3IWgrgfiKlLn7G17STe5FLKPec-ScvhZe1Zx3s5-Bu0J_OjO4yx_Je19ai7aGy83sQ0/s866/Screenshot%202023-12-29%20170446.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="621" data-original-width="866" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOkXYuEBiSxJui9dOTWTb7V7a7At55qJrdDu0Q0k5FOaO2ZHjQmjYQawpnN33-9s-MZRX4qUWB20AeJppbcQG0eBcAac4KjvWgzyd8rC686KWaSrYWhjQKX3IWgrgfiKlLn7G17STe5FLKPec-ScvhZe1Zx3s5-Bu0J_OjO4yx_Je19ai7aGy83sQ0/s320/Screenshot%202023-12-29%20170446.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Lunch on the beach at Bribie</b><br /><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20699119" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier Tue 8 Jan 1924 p. 8</span></a><br />Barry and Whalley photo.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie Island Holiday Campers.</b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Bribie Island had its usual share of holiday makers during the Christmas and New Year season. On the reserve set apart for campers, 170 tents were erected, the occupants numbering about - 1000. The rowdy element was kept well in check by the constable who was stationed on the island during the holidays. Ambulance bearers had a busy time attending to cases of sunburn and minor injuries.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier, Fri 18 Jan 1924, p. 10 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20696437" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20696437</a></span> </span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Social . . . </span><b style="font-family: verdana;">The New Year was heralded in at Bribie by a plain and fancy dress ball</b><span style="font-family: verdana;">, which proved to be one of the most successful events ever held there. The prizes for the best fancy dress were won by Mr. L. Hall and Miss Bestman, of the firm of Bestman and Hall, newsagents, &c. The following also secured prizes: - Mr. Flynn, Miss N. Andrews, and Miss Enid Clenand. During the evening the committee presented Messrs. Reg. and Cecil Campbell with a pair of gold sleeve links as an appreciation of their efforts to make the function a success.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier, Sat 19 Jan 1924, p. 23 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page1621018" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page1621018</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1927</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Holiday season at Ocean Beach, Bribie.</b> The attractiveness of this marvelously beautiful seaside resort was very much in evidence during a Christmas holidays (writes a correspondent). Many hundreds of visitors availed themselves of the opportunity to enjoy bathing in the open Pacific Ocean, others enjoyed long walks in the forest, gathering flowers and ferns, whilst piscatorial artists reveled in delight at the sport to be obtained at almost any point on a 20-mile beach. Picnic parties were in evidence everywhere. The holiday festivities culminated in a plain and fancy dress ball on New Year's night. It was held in the spacious ballroom at the kiosk, which was prettily decorated for the occasion. The music was supplied by the Gaiety Orchestra under the leadership of Mrs. Stalwood. Mesdames C. Buckley and C. Atkinson were appointed judges. Miss M. Charters was awarded the prize for the best dressed lady, whilst Mr J. Delhunty annexed the award for best dress gentleman. The consolation prize was won by Miss E. Balchane, Messrs. A. Macklin and A. Dewar divided honours as the most humorously dressed dancers.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Among those present were:- Mesdames W. Shirley, T. Macklan, Collins, Morley, Newton, Brookes, Stone, Nobler, Misses M. Campbell, Cowell, Webber, Nixon, McMullen, Claxton, Watson, Lynche (3), Johnston, Rasmussem, R. Campbell, L and J Foxwell, Messrs. Newton, Shirley, Macklan, D. Kerr, A. Kerr, Brown, Norby, Morley, Shaw, Robertson, P. Pickett, W. Lenehan, L. Magee, E. Hill, L. Derghafer, S. Burschill, Edmonstone, Shortz, Handrin, Charters, Mewett, Payne, Thompson, Jackson, McDowel, W. Macklan, Hiddiston, Kerr, Malyon, Taylor, P. Quinlan.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier, Sat 15 Jan 1927, p. 22 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21117378" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21117378</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1928</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Bribie Island.</b><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Visitors</b> - On Monday the Koopa arrived with 950 surfers, and a good day was spent on Ocean Beach.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Exodus</b> - Camps were struck early, and a large number of Christmas holiday makers returned to their respective callings. The Ambulance and Metropolitan Lifesavers also returned after rendering efficient and cheerful service, and their efforts were greatly appreciated.</div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Dance</b> - A social and dance held on Bribieside on January 2 in aid of the Ambulance realised £8.</div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Personal </b>- Dean de Witt Batty and his wife are holidaying at the Ocean Beach also Mr. Sampson.</div></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier, Tue 10 Jan 1928, p. 15 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21212360" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21212360</a></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Bribie Island.</b><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Eleven Months' Rainfall.</b> The rainfall for the 11 months ended November 31 totaled 47.34 inches, of which 44.19 inches fell in the first four months of the year. Since the end of April there were only 12 days on which rain fell, yielding 6.15 inches. In July, August and September, and also in November, no rain was recorded. A storm on Tuesday night [4 Dec] yielded 1.20 inches and afforded considerable relief to householders.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Some Good Fishing. </b> Fishing has been particularly good lately, and some fine hauls of bream and tailor have been taken at the jetty. During the past few days some heavy jew have been caught. To-morrow is the anniversary of the opening of the Amaetur Fishermen’s Association’s hut. A party of Bulimba fishing enthusiasts are camping in No. 3 hut and are having good sport. They comprise Messrs. B. Freeman, R. Fletcher, J. Watson, J. Saunderson, and W. Mitcheson.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>New Church of England.</b> The contractor for the new Church of England has made rapid progress and is now at work on the interior fittings. He has advanced sufficiently to permit the building committee to make arrangements for the official opening of the church and hall, which will be performed by Archbishop Sharp on Thursday, December 27. On the following day a fete in aid of the building fund will be held in the hall and this will be followed by a concert and dance. A fishing competition has also been arranged by the Amateur Fishermen’s Association. It is understood that a clergyman from St. John’s Cathedral will hold divine service once a month in the church. A dance will be held in the hall on December 22 to assist the building fund.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Archbishop Sharp and a number of dignitaries of the Church of England are expected to visit the island on Thursday, December 27 for the official opening of the new Church Hall. The building committee comprises Mrs. Coungeau, Messrs. R.J. Davies, R. Davies, T.J. Mitchell and W. Shirley (secretary).</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Christmas Holiday Traffic.</b> It anticipation of a heavy holiday traffic, boarding-houses are being enlarged, preparations are being made for the accommodation of a large number of campers, and booths and stalls are being erected in many placed.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">School Picnic</b><span style="font-family: verdana;">. Mr. C.F. Diplock, headmaster of the Bribie State School, presided over a meeting of ladies which was called for the purpose of arranging a school picnic to be held on Friday, December 16, at the breaking-up of the school. Organisers were appointed. Arrangements were made for the holding of a school fete on Wednesday, December 26, in aid of the school funds.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Telegraph Sat 8 Dec 1928, p. 3 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article178464751" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article178464751</a> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1929</b></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: verdana;">Metropolitan Life Saving Club.</b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The fifth annual meeting . . . Mr. W. Soden (sen.) occupying the chair. The secretary's report showed that the club's membership stood at 25. . . . </span><b style="font-family: verdana;">The Bribie hut, erected on the main beach,</b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> has proved of great benefit to members, and the cooking stove donated by F. Panek was a great asset. . . . Patrol work was efficiently carried out during Christmas and Easter holidays at Bribie surfing beach. The club's equipment at the present time consists of a reel, three pennants, staff, and ambulance kit. . . . The club wishes to thank . . .</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Brisbane Courier, Thu 1 Aug 1929, p. 5 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21433252" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21433252</a></span></span><p></p><p><b>REFERENCES</b></p><p>Advertisement : For a Perfect Day's Outing at a Moderate Cost take S.S. Koopa to Bribie Island and spend a delightful time - fishing, surfing, picnicing - on Queensland's finest beach. <i>Humpybong Weekly and Advertiser</i> 3.5.1928 p.2 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article163728159" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article163728159</a></p><p>A Bribie Request. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, 17 Dec 1920, p.8 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2048349" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2048349</a>3</p><p>Christmas at Bribie. <i>The Brisbane Courier,</i> Fri 31 Dec 1920, p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20465536" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20465536 </a></p><p>Lunch on the beach at Bribie. A Barry and Whalley photo of six men sitting in front of the bathing sheds. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Tues 8 Jan 1924, p.8 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20699119" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20699119</a></p><p>Ambulance Christmas Seaside Camps. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Wed 9 Jan 1924 p. 3 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20671058" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20671058</a> </p><p>Bribie Island Holiday Campers. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Fri 18 Jan 1924, p. 10 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20696437" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20696437</a> </p><p>Social. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Sat 19 Jan 1924, p. 23 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page1621018" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page1621018</a> </p><p>Holiday Season. Ocean Beach, Bribie. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Sat 15 Jan 1927, p. 22 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21117378" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21117378</a></p><p>Bribie Island. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Tue 10 Jan 1928, p. 15 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21212360" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21212360</a> </p><p>Bribie Island. <i>Telegraph, </i>Sat 8 Dec 1928, p. 3 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article178464751" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article178464751</a> </p><p>Metropolitan Life Saving Club. <i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Thu 1 Aug 1929, p. 5 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21433252" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21433252</a> </p><p><i>With thanks to the National Library of Australia for their wonderful newspaper database <b><a href="https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/?q=" target="_blank">Trove</a></b>, which is still freely available for all to search.</i></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-58219703740317810512023-10-25T22:47:00.015-07:002023-10-25T23:01:05.820-07:00Excursions to Bribie 1901-1902<p style="text-align: left;"><i>In 1901 the steamer </i>Greyhound<i> could carry 255 passengers in Moreton Bay and many excursion and camping trips were made to Bribie Island. The following descriptions of trips made to Bribie Island during 1901 and 1902 give a glimpse of those excursions.</i></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>The Steamer <i>Greyhound</i>'s Trip.</b> <br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">The trip by the steamer </span><i style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Greyhound</i><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> yesterday was again well patronised. It was a perfect day, and all on board were delighted with the outing. The </span><i style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Kenilworth</i><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> hulk had been taken down to Bribie Island, and will form a landing stage, so that passengers can get ashore without any delay, thus affording a longer time on shore. As advertised, the </span><i style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Greyhound</i><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> will proceed to Bribie Island to-morrow morning (Separation Day, Dec 10th), and no doubt will be well patronised by those requiring a quick trip and a good run on shore. <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="text-align: left;">The Brisbane Courier</i><span style="text-align: left;">, Mon 9 Dec 1901, p. 4 </span><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19133447" style="text-align: left;" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19133447</a><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Trip to Bribie Island. <br /></b></span><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Considering yesterday (Dec 10th) was not closely observed as a holiday, the steamer </span><i style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Greyhound</i><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"> left for Bribie Island with a fair complement of passengers. There was a good stiff breeze blowing in the Bay, and the crispness of the temperature, combined with the moderate “knocking about” indulged in by the staunch little boat, added to the enjoyment of the trip.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A good supply of fruit, with an abundance of oysters, were ready for the passengers on arrival, and after an enjoyable time ashore they left again for town, well pleased with the day’s outing.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Wed 11 Dec 1901 p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19158557" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19158557</a> </span><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXLMxWshC8NXj9UIfo5ruM-3T2uIYN6duTHKV4HVYXDgOk88mqXRgYmDE0vcQ5o9QTlsUFgMWx-EeJfSEmhatC6R-hn_u_RonFNC-kp6bOWJ2zzEilZmdiSZE8_0HUIHLy5mYduZh3zGK1_4uQmV444lmv6VjvfVKi3RC_1u0cLZCc31NTFzuS1tjK" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img alt="" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="1613" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXLMxWshC8NXj9UIfo5ruM-3T2uIYN6duTHKV4HVYXDgOk88mqXRgYmDE0vcQ5o9QTlsUFgMWx-EeJfSEmhatC6R-hn_u_RonFNC-kp6bOWJ2zzEilZmdiSZE8_0HUIHLy5mYduZh3zGK1_4uQmV444lmv6VjvfVKi3RC_1u0cLZCc31NTFzuS1tjK=w400-h208" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Greyhound (ship)<br />source: <a href="https://onesearch.slq.qld.gov.au/permalink/61SLQ_INST/1dejkfd/alma99183513562302061 " target="_blank">State Library of Queensland</a><br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>The Bribie Island Trip.</b> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The <i>Greyhound</i> left town yesterday morning for Bribie Island with a full complement of pleasure-seekers, the run being made in three hours, thus allowing passengers a long run on shore. As arranged, abundance of oysters were procurable, and were quickly disposed of at Bribie prices.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the return a stiff south-easter was met, which added greatly to the enjoyment of the quick passage to town. After a good outing for all on board, the steamer reached the Adelaide wharf at 6 o’clock in the evening.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Brisbane Courier</i> Fri 27 Dec 1901 p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19153767 " target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19153767 </a></span></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Free trip to Bribie. </b><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On account of unavoidable delay, the steamer <i>Greyhound</i> did not leave town at the usual time yesterday. There was a full complement of passengers waiting, and some, fearing the delay might be prolonged, departed to some other resort.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Those who remained were rewarded, for the steamer went to Bribie : but Mr Campbell decided to make no charge, and all enjoyed a good run on shore. As two of the Ambulance men came on board for the trip a collection was made amongst the passengers for the institution, the contributions amounting to £2 2s. The excursion gave much pleasure, and the liberality of Messrs. Campbell and Sons was fully appreciated.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Brisbane Courier</i> 13.1.1902 p4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19133847" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19133847</a> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Ship Greyhound to Bribie</b> on Sat. returning Mon. for excursions and camping offered by James Campbell & Sons (tickets 3s, 6d each)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Excursions - Camping at Bribie Island.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Special facilities are offered to Camping and Fishing Parties to spend a delightful holiday at Bribie Island.<i> Greyhound </i>leaves Adelaide Wharf, 2 p.m., on Saturday, 15th March, returning to town on Monday (St. Patrick's Day, Mar 17th). Splendid fishing and shooting, surf bathing. Plentiful supply of oysters arranged for. Tickets on application to James Campbell and Sons Limited, Creek-street, on or before Friday Afternoon, at 3s. 6d each, return.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The <i>Greyhound </i>will also run to Bribie on St. Patrick's Day, 17th instant, leaving Adelaide Wharf, 9.30, landing passengers. Fares : Adults, 2s. 6d., children 1s.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Camping at Bribie Island.</b> An advertisement appears in this issue notifying that the steamer <i>Greyhound</i> leaves the Adelaide Company's Wharf at 2 p.m. on Saturday, conveying camping parties to Bribie Island and returning to town on St. Patrick's Day.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Thu 13 Mar 1902, p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19130269" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19130269</a> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Bribie Camping Parties. </b><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As advertised, camping parties can proceed to Bribie at 2 o’clock to-day by the <i>Greyhound</i>, and can return on Sunday or Monday.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The fare is reasonable, and many will gladly avail themselves of the opportunity of a change from city life. The passage is noted for good fishing, and an excellent beach for bathing in the clear ocean waters. Tickets can be obtained at Campbell and Sons, Creek-street.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Brisbane Courier</i> 15.3.1902 p5 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19161433" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19161433</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sailing Notes. . . . The boats will then either, that night or next day, cruise over to Toorbul Point, where a cricket match is being arranged. On the Monday, 17th instant, the boats will race home from Toorbul Point to the Pile Light. <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Wed 12 Mar 1902, p. 3 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19131496" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19131496</a> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Trip to Bribie. </b><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Among the pleasure trips by steamer yesterday, one which must have been very enjoyable was made by the steamer <i>Greyhound</i>, which left the Adelaide Company's wharf about half-past 9 a.m. for Bribie Island, whither she had taken a number of campers-out on Saturday. She had a fair complement on board. She left Bribie on her return trip about 3 p.m.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Brisbane Courier</i>, Tue 18 Mar 1902, p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19153105" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19153105</a> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Miscellaneous. . . . Some mischievous person set fire to the hulk <i>Kenilworth</i>, which is high and dry on Bribie Island, at Easter. Of course the hulk was burned right out, and the boating men got the blame, but some score of tents from the <i>Greyhound</i> were in the vicinity.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>Queensland Figaro</i>, Thu 3 Apr 1902, p. 17 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article84123669 " target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article84123669 </a> </span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>Editor note: The hulk </i>Kenilworth<i> is mentioned in December 1901 as being used as a landing stage for passengers from the </i>Greyhound<i> to get ashore at Bribie.</i></span></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>A Night Out. Bushed at Bribie. Search Party Organised.<br /></b><span style="text-align: justify;">The large number of persons who camped at Bribie Island during the Christmas holidays were treated to a little excitement they had not calculated on. The </span><i style="text-align: justify;">Greyhound</i><span style="text-align: justify;"> during her trips to the island took a large number of excursionists over, and there must have been in all about 150 persons camped on the island. Of these there were at least three adventurous spirits – three young men – who decided to walk across the island. They started lightly clad, but found the journey more arduous than they anticipated, and proceeded to return home. At a certain point two decided on resting, but the third pushed on and reached the camp all right. The other two, on resuming their journey, concluded that their comrade had taken the wrong track and consequently did not follow on his footsteps but took another route, with the result that they lost their way.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As they did not return that night there was some anxiety among their friends in camp, and on the following morning a search party of 30 was organised, and set out to find the missing men. A sailing boat proceeded to Woody Point and gave information to the police there of the incident, with the result that the police authorities in Brisbane were communicated with, and two constables and two trackers were sent down to Bribie by the <i>Greyhound</i> on one of her further trips. There was fortunately, however, no occasion for their services, as before the original search party on the island returned to camp the missing men put in an appearance. Needless to say they were much fatigued, having been without food or water for some time, and having suffered extremely from colonies of mosquitoes and sandflies, who, finding scantily clad humans in their midst, made a special Christmas feast at their expense. On return to camp they were attended to and revived with the best of fare available, for which they expressed their grateful thanks.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Telegraph (Brisbane)</i> Tue 30 Dec 1902, p. 2 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article172580620" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article172580620</a> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Lost on Bribie. <br /></b></span><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Experiences of Two Young Men. Further particulars of the incident mentioned in last week’s “Week” concerning the two men who were temporarily lost on Bribie Island, has now been supplied by Mr. Leslie Hoey, one of those concerned.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr. Hoey states that he, Mr. H.E. Shaw, and another, set out from the camp on Bribie Island at 8 o’clock on Saturday morning last (that is about an hour after breakfast) with the object of collecting ferns and crossing the island. Evidently they miscalculated the nature of the task they had set themselves and were ill-equipped for the journey. They calculated being away from camp for but a few hours, and took with them neither food nor water. After tramping a couple of hours they decided to return, and a halt was made at 10 a.m. for a rest. The third man soon made his way back, but the other two lingered at the resting place for some time.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When they resumed their journey they were tired, hungry and thirsty, and a difference of opinion arose as to the right track to take. They eventually lost their way, and were all Saturday seeking their camp without success. It was a weary sojourn in the scrub that night – a bed of grass, no water and no food. That was, however, what awaited them, and they made the best of it, sleeping on the grass and dreaming of pellucid streams, &c. As a compensation, however, there were mosquitoes, and it was with little satisfaction that the belated travelers found the representatives of the species Cuiicidae enjoying themselves. A hole had been dug in the sand to a distance of 3 feet, but no water was obtained.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the Sunday morning the two young men travelled south, and then west over very rough country. They could not see or hear the sea and were beginning to be anxious when a red bullock was espied, and this indication of the nearness of civilisation gave them renewed hope.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The sea coast was at length reached, near Bribie Passage, and the two young fellows waded along near the beach for a couple of hours when, at 10 o’clock, they met the sailing vessel Dawn, in charge of Mr Murray, and which was anchored near the shore. They were treated very kindly after their 15 hours’ thirst and fast, and some of the crew accompanied them back to their camp.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Messrs. Hoey and Shaw express their gratitude not only to the crew of the Dawn and the Yarracoo, the latter being sailed over to Redcliffe to inform the police; but also to the Police Department for dispatching Constables Freestone and McLeod and the trackers James Murray and Sam Johnson to join in the search organised by the people in camp at Bribie by Mr. Markwell.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The Week (Brisbane)</i> Fri 9 Jan 1903 p. 16 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article181799420" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article181799420</a> </span><p></p><p><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">Editor note: Edwin Leslie Hoey b. 28 Oct 1879, d. 5 Oct 1911 (Queensland) F: Thomas William Hoey M: Louisa Cornish Lavers. On 1903 roll, Edwin Leslie Noey, clerk, of Melrose, Jane street, West End.</span></i></p><p><b>References<br /></b><i>Greyhound</i> (ship) (not dated) image <a href="https://onesearch.slq.qld.gov.au/permalink/61SLQ_INST/1dejkfd/alma99183513562302061" target="_blank">https://onesearch.slq.qld.gov.au/permalink/61SLQ_INST/1dejkfd/alma99183513562302061</a> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p>Steamer <i>Greyhound </i>(1906) image<br />The Week 28.9.1906 p21 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article181467640" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article181467640</a></p><p>Articles from <a href="https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/?q=" target="_blank">Trove (newspaper archive) </a>provided by the National Library of Australia.</p></div>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-82765682729560067112023-09-30T15:07:00.010-07:002023-10-01T18:30:58.963-07:00Bike road along Bribie beach 1923<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>The following article describes a bicycle journey from Brisbane to Caloundra, boat over to Bribie Island, down the ocean beach, boat across to Toorbul Point, from there to Caboolture and back to Brisbane. The bike riders were Charlie Simmonds, Joe Cribb and Ronald Simmonds, and their journey was taken in October/November 1923.</i></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>A holiday a-wheel : three boys on bikes.</b></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">by R.J.D.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This was the programme of three lads – Joe Cribb, Ron and Charlie Simmonds, who arrived at Bribie jetty on Saturday November 3, a little fagged after their spin along Bribie from Caloundra.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJn2yQEJ1nfetddcD96a_U-JtwvhNXCnIWpNWdXkVhC9N9fV2zKl2Q2EPoRwBha4t_QYqaPtiNU-h1051cu8D7k0YhMXhNIgQwcdtHFgOS55LBP7ax6IYIUP4R8eev6seDpoJ0R_gcHadSGuYJxe9nuUSh93depErbtkRxJYGmwHXBV_62qBb4Y5h/s1034/Screenshot%202023-10-01%20070356.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="1034" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJn2yQEJ1nfetddcD96a_U-JtwvhNXCnIWpNWdXkVhC9N9fV2zKl2Q2EPoRwBha4t_QYqaPtiNU-h1051cu8D7k0YhMXhNIgQwcdtHFgOS55LBP7ax6IYIUP4R8eev6seDpoJ0R_gcHadSGuYJxe9nuUSh93depErbtkRxJYGmwHXBV_62qBb4Y5h/s320/Screenshot%202023-10-01%20070356.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlie Simmonds, Joe Cribb, Ronald Simmonds,<br />not forgetting the "dawg" in Charlie's arms.<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">source: <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article218969346" target="_blank">Daily Mail 30.12.1923 p. 13</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Leaving Milton, Brisbane, where they reside, they pushed northwards along the Gympie-road, each carrying a pack of about 50lb. Good progress was made on a fair road to Caboolture, but from Caboolture to Eudlo, where they pitched camp on Monday, October 22, the going was very bad.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">From Eudlo, very hilly, but beautiful, country was passed through, the drought having little effect on this country. Nambour was reached at noon on Tuesday. This township is prosperous, indeed, and provided many interesting scenes. The trail then led along the Bli Bli road, where beautiful view of the canefields, spread over the valley of Petrie's Creek were enjoyed. Camp was pitched that afternoon by the Maroochy River, at Bli Bli, at which place they decided to make headquarters for a week. A well-earned rest was then indulged for the next two days, passing pleasant hours in boating, fishing, swimming, shooting, taking photographs and enjoying the fine hospitality of neighbouring farmers.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">... Friday October 26 found the lads making a tour to Mt Coolum, from whose summit a panoramic view of unsurpassed beauty was witnesses. To the east a plain stretched out to the ocean beach, the rolling breakers making a silver chain from north to south; then away east miles of ocean blue. Southward lay Old Women's Island, Maroochydore, Buderim, and away on the horizon, standing out quite clearly, could be seen the white sand hills of Moreton and the peaks of the Glass House Mountains. To the south-west, almost at the feet of the spectators, meandering from its source in the west to Maroochydore on the east, the beautiful Maroochy lay, glistening like a huge serpent in the rays of the setting sun; the rich land along its banks clothed in scrubs and forests, and yellowish green where cane was flourishing. Beyond the river rose the chocolate coloured hills of Bli Bli, then further on to the south-west and west the foothills of Nambour and Yandina, extending up to the Blackall Range, its whole length dotted with the many orchards and homesteads of countless farmers. Sweeping out from the base of Coolum, and running north-west and west, extended large, swamping plains, bounded on the west by the formidable Mt Ninderry, with undulating hills, and Mt Corroy in the north-west. Following Coolum beach northward, Noose Heads were seen, and further north a grand view of Lake Cootharaba.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Making an easy descent toward the ocean beach, and following the beach southward, brought the cyclists to the road, which led to Bli Bli, where camp was made at Dusk. It is interesting to note that to cross the Maroochy that morning one of the number swam the river and brought the ferry over; that evening the ferryman was in arms when he was told he would be obliged to forfeit the morning charge. In the end he yielded.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Early Saturday morning of October 27, one might have witnessed a peculiar craft moving up the Maroochy to the North Shore road - three lads and three bikes crammed in a bit of a dinghy. This time they were not going to chance a swim against a strong ebb tide, and an argument with the ferryman. Reaching the ocean beach, they found their occupation for the next two hours was pushing their bikes through soft sand till Point Arkwright was reached, the tide being in. On the rocky eminence of Point Arkwright the breaking surf threw showers of spray at times 20 feet in the air, providing some fine snaps.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">... Of great interest to the lads were the nights spent around the camp fire at Mooloolah Bar, in company with some of the oldest pioneers of the North Coast, namely, Mr Johnson and Mr Tucker, who now both reside there. The stories of 40 and 50 years ago told by them both were of such an absorbing character that it was well on midnight before they sought their blankets. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thursday afternoon of November 1 found the lads packing for the home journey. Mr Johnson having rowed them across the river, cattle tracks were followed to the coast, and progress was made along the beach towards Caloundra. Before leaving the beach they got wet through with rain, waves and wading through a creek with water to the waists. However, they quickly dried their garments round the camp fire that night. Friday passed with the hours filled with amusement.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rising at 4.30 on Saturday, they were on their way to 7 am. A local fisherman (Mr Tripcony) rowed them over to Bribie. They then rode south along Bribie with a strong south easterly in their faces, and soft sand, which made pushing hard, not to speak of two showers that wet them through. By the time they reached Bribie jetty at 12.30 they felt as if they could eat a horse.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">All along the way folks had treated them with great kindness, but the hospitality of the folks at Bribie exceeded all others. After knocking a big hole in a capital spread they proceeded in a local motor boat to Toorbul Point, hitting the trail for Caboolture at 1.30.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A fairly good road was traversed to Caboolture, though sand and progress rather slow. Leaving Caboolture at 5 p.m. it was quite dark when they rode into Petrie. After a little refreshment they pushed on, in the dark, save for a light that might as well have been out. Just as Strathpine was passed one of the number broke his diamond strut. This necessitated a considerable delay, and eventually he had to take the train to Brisbane. The other two cycled on to Brisbane, arriving at their home at 10 p.m., having travelled over 75 miles that day. Just about 12.30 the other lad called in on his way home, the train being two hours late.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">... Pleasant weather, good tucker, plenty of sleep, and doing the journey in easy stages, made the trip most attractive, as well as beneficial for health and educational value.</span></p><p><b>Reference</b></p><p>A holiday a-wheel : three boys on bikes by R.J.D. [article and photo]<br /><i>The Daily Mail</i>, Sun 30 Dec 1923, p. 13 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article218969346" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article218969346</a></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-27074496604331039302023-09-01T16:43:00.007-07:002023-09-01T17:01:10.863-07:00Happenings on Bribie in 1922<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> Happenings on Bribie in 1922</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><b>January 1922<br /></b></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">* </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Boomerang Pastime Club donated their takings to fund a piano for Bribie patrons and campers<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">* Bribie Island Progress Association 1st annual meeting<br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">* M</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">iss Vera Huet found a message in a bottle in the first lagoon on the ocean beach side of Bribie</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><b>September 1922<br /></b></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">* Public telephone official opening</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><b>November 1922<br /></b></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">* Water supplies available at Bongaree</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span><b>December 1922<br /></b></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">* Tennis Club formed on Bribie</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"> </span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><u>Boomerang Pastime Club donated their takings to fund a piano for Bribie patrons and campers</u></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie, the popular campers’ resort, has suffered severely from soaking rains, which have been the cause of many packing up their troabnes and departing. Those who have braved the hardships, though dampened in every way, still have a good spirit.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The dancing hall on Monday night was the scene of a fancy and plain dress ball, which was successfully managed under the auspices of the Boomerang Pastime Club. The takings, which amounted to £13 odd after expenses had been deducted, were divided between the Ambulance’s fund and the piano fund. <b>The piano, which is now the property of Bribie patrons, is a pleasant addition to the pleasure of the campers.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Q.A.T.B. and St John’s Ambulance bearers have done excellent work, which is appreciated by all.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dances were held every evening, and the fancy dress ball for New Year’s night was eagerly looked forward to.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The thanks of the community are extended to Miss Elsie Ackworth and Eric Butler for their untiring efforts at the piano and to various others who have contributed to the evenings’ entertainments.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">source: The Daily Mail (Brisbane) Tue 3 Jan 1922 p. 10 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article220532580 </span></p><p></p><p><u style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie Island Progress Association 1st annual meeting</u></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The first annual meeting of the Bribie Island Progress Association was held in Mr. G.P. Campbell’s office, Creek-street, last evening. The chairman (Mr. C.E. Wise), in his report, outlined the formation of the association on March 15, 1921. A general meeting had been held at Bribie on March 26, 1921, the late Mr. Page, M.H.R., being among those present. Mr. Page had been fully seized with the need for leading lights being placed so as to enable vessels to make the passage to the island in safety at night time, also with the need of telephone communication with the mainland, and had promised to assist the association in these matters. Unfortunately for the association, Mr. Page had been called to join the great majority, and his loss was mourned. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The association’s present secretary (Mr. A. Hall) had interested Senator M. Reid in their needs, and he and Mr. G.P. Campbell had promised to interview the Deputy Postmaster-General regarding the telephone. Mr. Campbell had not lost sight of the need for the proper lighting of the passage and the island. A general meeting had been called for December 26, 1921, at Bribie, but unfortunately there had been too few in attendance for a meeting to be held. The meeting had been adjourned until the following Saturday, but the weather had proved so inclement that no meeting had been held. The thanks of the association was tendered to Mr. G.P. Campbell for his courtesy in allowing the committee meetings to be held in his office, and for his ready help in all matters relating to the welfare of Bribie. Thanks were also tendered to Mr. H.H. Hamley, who, at the association’s last committee meeting, kindly offered to take certain levels in part of the township to enable the association to have correct data to work upon when further draining or leveling-up was done. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Members of the committee were also thanked for their assistance in furthering the interests of the little seaside resort known as Bribie. The following officers were re-elected:- Patron, Mr. G.P. Campbell; president Mr. C.E. Wise; vice-presidents, Messrs. T.W. Cary and C.B. Fox; secretary Mr A.T. Hall; treasurer Mr. F. Bell; committee Messrs. B. Winston, W. Reid, C.W. Campbell, F. Bell, H.H. Hamley, N. Coungeau, Robins, R.J. Davies, T.W. Cary, M. Robinson and Hill. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">source: The Brisbane Courier, Tue 21 Jan 1922, p. 8 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20555469</span></p><p><u style="font-family: verdana;">A Message in a Bottle </u><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On Friday last Miss Vera Huet found a bottle in the first lagoon on the main beach at Bribie. It contained a piece of paper on which was written: "<i>Easter, 1919. Ensign. Anzac Memorial Day. Skipper R. Kenyon: crew, J.D. MacDonald, J. MacDonald, R. Burcher, A. Mannion, V. Mannion. Thrown overboard Bramble Bay, 23rd April, 1919</i>." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">source: The Brisbane Courier, Tue 7 Feb 1922, p. 4 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20540690</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaF65jsMtrYP1kPQHTfzsKA3MDRwQDEqALUOKCLTwHPKW-S_3aWyymo0pEMwk5fASvSZU8J6B9NV3vePY9sitOx6xB7K45tqODj-bGROf14KWlY6TLf3XZfeGDJYEpR6uIVcb9lz4PfbKV_alqR-Ijo-jxBkt39qwXQc8Q93DPN_6OdhXsGylspVMX/s855/Screenshot%202023-09-02%20090714.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="665" data-original-width="855" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaF65jsMtrYP1kPQHTfzsKA3MDRwQDEqALUOKCLTwHPKW-S_3aWyymo0pEMwk5fASvSZU8J6B9NV3vePY9sitOx6xB7K45tqODj-bGROf14KWlY6TLf3XZfeGDJYEpR6uIVcb9lz4PfbKV_alqR-Ijo-jxBkt39qwXQc8Q93DPN_6OdhXsGylspVMX/w400-h311/Screenshot%202023-09-02%20090714.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello Bribie! Scene at Bribie at the recent inauguration <br />of telephonic communication to the island.<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article213211122 " target="_blank">The Daily Mail (Brisbane) 11.10.1922 p.11</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><u>Bribie Island Telephone Installed</u></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie Island was made gay yesterday with flags and streamers of red, white, and blue. Smart motor boats cruised about on the placid waters of the beautiful channel. The excursion steamer <i>Koopa</i>, bedecked with flags of many colours, was snugly berthed at the jetty, while hundreds of folks ashore wore joyfully celebrating the opening of telephonic communication between this historic island and the mainland. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The <i>Koopa </i>had brought down from Brisbane Mr. G. P. Campbell (managing director of the Brisbane Tug and Steamship Co., Ltd.) and Mrs. Campbell, Mr. and Mrs. C. W. Campbell, Mr. and Mrs. C. B. Fox, Mr. and Mrs. A. Johnson, Councillor J. W. Carseldine (chairman), Councillor Zanow, and Mr. R. McPherson (clerk), of the Caboolture Shire Council, Mr. L. Thomas (manager of the Caboolture branch of the Commercial Banking Company of Sydney), Mr. C. E. Wise (chairman of the Bribie Progress Association), Mr. Winston (a member </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">of the Progress Association), Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Bell, Mrs. Colin Clark, Mr. and Mrs. McDougall (Sydney), Captain J. Johnston (master of the Koopa) and Mrs. Johnston, Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Campbell, Mr. A. E. Hall (secretary of the Bribie Progress Association), and others, who heartily joined with the residents in publicly thanking those who had worked in the interests of the seaside resort.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr. G. P. Campbell entertained his guests at luncheon in the fine saloon of the <i>Koopa</i>. The party then landed, and for the first time officially the ''tinkle-tinkle'' of a telephone bell was heard on the island. It was the signal that Mr. McConachie (Deputy Postmaster-General of Queensland) wished to speak to Mr. G. P. Campbell. ''Hello! Is that Mr. McConachie?'' said Mr. Campbell. A silence fell over people present. A minute later Mr. Campbell walked out of the telephone cabinet, and announced that Mr. McConachie had asked him to convey to the people of Bribie Island his congratulations on the successful consummation of their efforts to have the island linked up with the mainland by means of a telephone line.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr. G. P. Campbell called upon Councillor Carseldine to declare the telephone open to the public. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Councillor Carseldine referred to the occasion as a red-letter day for Bribie Island, and pointed out the great convenience the installation would mean to the community. The Brisbane Tug and Steamship Company, he stated, had been mainly responsible for the improvement. The company had expended a good deal of money in making other improvements on Bribie Island, such as building a jetty and erecting houses, etc., and he had been assured that the money spent in such work had not returned 2 per cent in interest. The company, however, did not look at the financial side of the matter, their only idea being to make that seaside resort a very pleasant place for people to visit. As far as Bribie was concerned since the present Caboolture Shire Council had been formed, it had expended all money received from the island in the way of rates, etc., in improving the place. No local authority could do more than that for any locality.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Councillor Zanow (the representative of No. 1 Division of the Caboolture Shire Council, in which area Bribie Island is included) spoke of the fine work done by the Brisbane Tug and Steamship Company in improving Bribie Island.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr. C. E. Wise (chairman of the Bribie Progress Association) and Mr. C. B. Fox spoke in laudatory terms of Mr. G. P. Campbell's efforts on behalf of the residents and visitors to Bribie Island.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr. G. P. Campbell said that whatever he had done for that seaside resort was a labour of love, and he did not want any credit for it. Another improvement contemplated was the lighting of the channel. This would enable the <i>Koopa</i> to be navigated to Bribie jetty at night time. Next week his company intended considering the questions of building a tramline across the island to the main beach, a distance of three miles. He hoped that within six months or eight months this tramline would be constructed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">source: The Daily Mail (Brisbane) 29 Sep 1922 p. 2 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article213218012 </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><u>Water supplies available at Bongaree</u></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie's Water Supply - The hon. secretary of the Bribie Progress Association (Mr. A.T. Hall) writes:- I would like to point out that the articles appearing in this (Tuesday) morning's "Courier" might suggest that no water is available at Bribie Island, except that supplied by the Brisbane Tug Co. This is not so. For the benefit of those who intend visiting the island during the coming Christmas holidays I wish to point out that there is a very plentiful supply of water not only from the tanks which have been so generously supplied by the Brisbane Tug Co. free of cost, but from several wells on the island, which have pumps attached, giving always a bountiful quantity of water, which is not only free from any discolouration or disagreeable smell, but quite good for either drinking or cooking purposes, and compares most favourably with the tap water supplied in Brisbane. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The charges of 1d. per kerosene tin, which has been recently made, is not owing to any shortage, but to stop people from deliberately wasting the water the company has taken the trouble to supply. At 1d. per keosene tin, to equal my water rates in Brisbane I would have to consume 5376 gallons per annum, which I do not. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">source: The Brisbane Courier, Thu 23 Nov 1922, p. 4 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20585470 </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><u>Bribie Island Tennis Club</u></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A tennis club has been formed here with the following officers:- Patron, Mr. G.P. Campbell; committee of management, Messrs. R.J. Davies, jnr. (chairman), W. Freeman, T. Mitchell, R.J. Davies, senr., and R. Patterson ; hon. secretary, Mr. W. Forde. The committee has the laying down of a court well in hand, and expects to have the official opening performed on Boxing Day. The Brisbane Tug Co. Ltd., generously placed the land for the court at the disposal of the club. A fancy dress ball will be held at an early date to help the club financially.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Campers. - Given fine weather present indications point to a record number of campers to this popular island holiday resort. The boarding establishments report full bookings for Christmas. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">source: The Brisbane Courier, Mon 18 Dec 1922, p. 10 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20590789</span></p><div><b>REFERENCES</b></div><div><b>News from the Country. Bribie</b>. The Daily Mail (Brisbane) Tue 3 Jan 1922 p. 10 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article220532580" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article220532580</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Bribie Island Progress Association 1st annual meeting.</b> The Brisbane Courier, Tue 21 Jan 1922, p. 8 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20555469" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20555469</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>A Message in a Bottle.</b> The Brisbane Courier, Tues 7 Feb 1922, p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20540690" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20540690</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Bribie Island Telephone Installed</b>. The Daily Mail (Brisbane) 29 Sep 1922 p. 2 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article213218012" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article213218012</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Hello Bribie. </b>[PHOTO] Scene at Bribie at the recent inauguration of telephonic communication to the island. The Daily Mail (Brisbane) Wed 11 Oct 1922 p.11 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article213211122" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article213211122</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Bribie's Water Supply. </b>The Brisbane Courier, Thu 23 Nov 1922, p. 4 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20585470" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20585470</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Bribie Island. Tennis Club. </b>The Brisbane Courier, Mon 18 Dec 1922, p. 10 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20590789" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20590789</a></div><div><br /></div>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-50029466012263727322023-07-29T00:17:00.004-07:002023-07-29T00:18:37.316-07:00Surf Life Saving Competition Summer 1929-30<p><i>This year the Bribie Island Surf Life Saving Club is celebrating 100 years 1923-2023. The following items relate to the 1929-1930 Surf Life Saving Competition which was held at Bribie Island's ocean or main beach (now known as Woorim beach).</i></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Lifesaving Cup - The Silver Cup</b></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Brisbane Tug and Steamship Co. Ltd.</b></div></span><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-mXFkCV4ZYBgjju9OzXdWxY_G3TAhYd7fQM7e-bo2IG3XPRUfSihkdEfTAV7AofQe-wL0wy1PxVBzddmz700v10_UDwYIVFyHJqSxhHlSQMFDgQZVqfdI6BHOyxhlBucybAxIpQa3QXqv-Y3-9FJA2pt0HlPjtzQQ0XUioS2QbBXXiDQ-48xmTaQ/s669/Screenshot%202023-07-29%20162740.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-mXFkCV4ZYBgjju9OzXdWxY_G3TAhYd7fQM7e-bo2IG3XPRUfSihkdEfTAV7AofQe-wL0wy1PxVBzddmz700v10_UDwYIVFyHJqSxhHlSQMFDgQZVqfdI6BHOyxhlBucybAxIpQa3QXqv-Y3-9FJA2pt0HlPjtzQQ0XUioS2QbBXXiDQ-48xmTaQ/s320/Screenshot%202023-07-29%20162740.jpg" width="195" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">source: <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article181317350" target="_blank">The Telegraph 10.12.1929 p. 4</a></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Silver Cup which is offered by the Brisbane Tug and Steamship Co. Ltd. For Life Saving Competitions at Bribie Main Beach. The first competition will be held on Sunday next.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Advertistment for Excursion</b></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>to Bribie Main Beach</b></div></span><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKmdlXsQt7MXNuoUGEo72xDkVKQ56kdNdmG-vFLg2a4w_7Fl8shfRjZWuRsV1LtC07dRjZkWdt7T5g4wdMO56xMZtiwUyaLLRWh1bpBPR4_7V9VHu41sm3lrQ6MwUPvfo3s9sWAS9P9Zas6ejF7WWmjuk612SZkx98_ZyzTGCtY2_Py1dvI8xs1ZA/s608/Screenshot%202023-07-29%20163146.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="407" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKmdlXsQt7MXNuoUGEo72xDkVKQ56kdNdmG-vFLg2a4w_7Fl8shfRjZWuRsV1LtC07dRjZkWdt7T5g4wdMO56xMZtiwUyaLLRWh1bpBPR4_7V9VHu41sm3lrQ6MwUPvfo3s9sWAS9P9Zas6ejF7WWmjuk612SZkx98_ZyzTGCtY2_Py1dvI8xs1ZA/s320/Screenshot%202023-07-29%20163146.jpg" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">source: <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21470439" target="_blank">The Brisbane Courier 14.12.1929 p. 2</a></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The final surf life-saving competition for the silver cup donated by the Bribane Tug Company was decided at the Bribie ocean beach yesterday. The teams were judged on equipment and ceremonial work. The march past was followed by a demonstration of land and release drills and the resuscitation of the apparently drowned. ... Mr M.J. Kirwan, M.L.A. (president of the Royal Life Saving Society), presented the cup to Mr W.J. Smith, instructor to the Metropolitan A team.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwbDE3FneyzPKu5MSPvrOu1Rgealnk5O5Uc4u8UI60FNnD5HYtcZu6Pt3NILZPI8nnEP6ee4S7TzR73iKWcR1ijBhXkEuHj6rIiVauSOAZLIoL1asCj7X69CghA8Upaios5i4-INvSah4Z8QBLQfpxHqRhuYmVE03TTHt1i9Xi0bVqtES9b6u3iuV/s584/Screenshot%202023-07-29%20164238.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="584" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwbDE3FneyzPKu5MSPvrOu1Rgealnk5O5Uc4u8UI60FNnD5HYtcZu6Pt3NILZPI8nnEP6ee4S7TzR73iKWcR1ijBhXkEuHj6rIiVauSOAZLIoL1asCj7X69CghA8Upaios5i4-INvSah4Z8QBLQfpxHqRhuYmVE03TTHt1i9Xi0bVqtES9b6u3iuV/s320/Screenshot%202023-07-29%20164238.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Metropolitan A Life-saving Team,<br />winners of the Brisbane Tug Company's Silver Cup at Bribie.<br />source: <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article186363595" target="_blank">Daily Standard (Brisbane) 31.3.1930 p. 10</a> </span></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p></p><p><b>REFERENCES:</b></p><p><b>Bribie Island Surf Life Saving Club - 100 Years 1923-2023</b><br /><a href="https://www.bribieislandsurfclub.com.au/" target="_blank">https://www.bribieislandsurfclub.com.au/</a></p><p><b>Lifesaving Cup - The Silver Cup (photograph)<br /></b>The Telegraph, Tue 10 Dec 1929, p. 4 <i>Via National Library of Australia, TROVE online database</i> <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article181317350" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article181317350</a></p><p><b>Advertistment for Excursion to Bribie Main Beach</b><br />The Brisbane Courier 14 Dec.1929 p. 2 <i>Via National Library of Australia, TROVE online database</i> <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21470439" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21470439</a></p><p>Life Saving Competition. <b>The Metropolitan A Life-saving Team</b>, winners of the Brisbane Tug Company's Cup at Bribie. (photograph)<br />The Week (Brisbane) 4 Apr1930 p. 21 <i>Via National Library of Australia, TROVE online database</i> <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article182584176" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article182584176</a></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-29970005498778740262023-06-26T23:24:00.005-07:002023-07-06T15:47:50.573-07:00The Glasshouses<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>Renowned Australian authors Vance Palmer (1885-1959) and Nettie Palmer (1885-1964) lived economically "by their pens" at Caloundra from 1925-1929. The following article entitled The Glasshouses was written by Vance Palmer in 1927 - almost one hundred years ago. These distinctive geological landforms still have a wonderous presence today and as Vance wrote below "have the same power of steeping the mind in mystery and casting a spell over the imagination".</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>The Glasshouses<br /></b><b>by Vance Palmer<br /></b><b>1927</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">On entering Moreton Bay by daylight one is struck by the fantastic shapes of a group of bare mountains that rise from the low, scrubby shores of the mainland. In the morning light, with the sun on them, they look as if they were made of crystal; at dusk they might be cut out of cardboard, so sharp and definite are their lines, and so flatly do they arrange themselves along the horizon. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikc6d6xBAZCJwLflEfLZuSFu9B0epBimKXxwztJjtTCAn4dcjMdnCSYRAIIGPp8Ghy3SRC7PzjmNG8n8j9IMCdvrFWlEG49Rq22alr8Fyc0TJjnN89UZbRDxaOR31w8sUCyffcicwRG807ITIM7ak-tUjY9A309VhsPVF8-_HRuEW_p-lCpK9SJ5ti/s972/Screenshot%202023-06-27%20163157.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="972" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikc6d6xBAZCJwLflEfLZuSFu9B0epBimKXxwztJjtTCAn4dcjMdnCSYRAIIGPp8Ghy3SRC7PzjmNG8n8j9IMCdvrFWlEG49Rq22alr8Fyc0TJjnN89UZbRDxaOR31w8sUCyffcicwRG807ITIM7ak-tUjY9A309VhsPVF8-_HRuEW_p-lCpK9SJ5ti/s320/Screenshot%202023-06-27%20163157.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The wonderous view of the Glass Houses at sunset.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo: Queensland Government<br /><a href="https://parks.des.qld.gov.au/parks/glass-house-mountains/about/culture" target="_blank">Glass House Mountains National Park webpage</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />At any time their aspect is surprising. The highest of them, Beerwah, is the exact replica of one of the Pyramids, and the others, each in its own way, suggest monuments of ancient Egypt. What intrigues the imagination is that they rise, independent and separate, out of flat, almost marshy, country, and are not conected with any range of mountains. This gives one the queer feeling that they have some human significance; that they are the relics of an old civilisation, and not merely natural features of the landscape.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Captain Cook noted them on the skyline when he sailed along this coast nearly a century and a half ago <i>[now nearly two and a half centuries ago</i>], and named them the Glasshouses. From the low decks of his little ship, or even from the rigging, he could only have seen the tops of them, with Moreton Island lying between, but he seems to have been struck by their strangeness. Flinders, some years later, got a clearer view of them. While his ship was lying at the southern end of Bribie Island he set out with a few men in a boat with the object of climbing the highest of them. Making his way up the passage he landed, and penetrating the dense tea-tree scrub he reached the base </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">of one of them, but after gazing at the rocky escarpments above him he returned unsuccessful. His opinion was that they were inaccessible. Since some of them are easily scaled, even by ordinary climbers, it must have been one of the three chief mountains — Beerwah, Coonowrin, or Tibrogargan — that thwarted Flinders. It is a pity, for from the top of any of these three he would have gained a sight of the main object of his search — a river flowing into Moreton Bay.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">None of these extraordinary peaks is quite inaccessible, as later explorers have proved. The highest of them, Beerwah ("up in the clouds" it meant in the native tongue), was climbed by Andrew Petrie in the 'forties. There is a pathetic story told in connection with this feat. A good deal of the folklore of the neighbouring native people was naturally connected with these striking Glasshouses, and they firmly believed that an evil spirit presided over Beerwah — a spirit that would turn anyone blind who attempted to invade its fastness. Since Andrew Petrie was their friend and protector they did their best to dissuade him from the attempt, but the sturdy old Scot laughed at them and found a path to the summit. His son records that when he actually did go blind later on, an acute tragedy to him in his vigorous middle-age, the native people took the fatality for granted. He was only paying the penalty, as they had foretold! </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But other people have climbed Beerwah since then without evil results. Although the highest of the Glasshouses, it is not the steepest. At the base there is a dense, twisted scrub that thins out higher up into shrubs and grasstrees, and, except for a couple of hundred feet of sheer rock rising almost perpendicularly, a scattered fringe of vegetation runs to the very top. Nor would the height (1,760ft.) seem formidable to New Zealand climbers. Like the others, its uniqueness lies in its shape, and in the way it rises suddenly from a swampy plain that was once a sea bed. From the top one gets an uninterrupted view over the dazzling panorama of Moreton Bay, with its grey-green islands, its sandy foreshores, and its wide expanse of blue water. It is a pity that the intrepid Flinders did </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">not persist in making the ascent.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Of the other two major mountains, Tibrogargan (shaped like a helmet) has been climbed fairly often, but Coonowrin is a different proposition. In form it is a pyramid, with a great pillar of rock, several hundred feet high, rising perpendicularly from the summit. The approach up the sides of the pyramid is fairly easy, but when one reaches that massive pillar, </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">smooth as the sides of a bottle, there seems no possibility of making the ascent. Until near the end of last century it was given up as impossible. Then a young artillery man, named Harry Mikalsen, who had been brought up near its base, succeeded in reaching the summit. He had formed the </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">ambition of doing so when a boy, and had studied it from all angles and in all lights, tracing footholds and fissures in the rock till at last he found a path. A path, did I say? Even the chamois deer would hardly regard it as that, for at one point the only possible means of progress was up a thin, tall sapling that happened to grow in a line parallel to the face of the cliff. A few other people have since made the ascent, </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">with Mikalsen to guide them, but there is never likely to be a beaten track to the summit.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">What is the origin of these strange mountains? Geologists say they are volcanic eruptions of incredible age, probably from an ancient seabed. Through succeeding aeons they have passed through many changes. Once, when they were extinct and their sides were covered with crumbling lava, a thick vegetation began to clothe them. The wind and weather of centuries eventually wore off the crumbling surface at their crests, and most of the vegetation with it, leaving the basic rock exposed. The smooth pillar, for instance, which makes the climbing of Coonowrin so difficult, is formed of the molten stone that once plugged the crater of the extinct volcano. In practically all the Glasshouses hints of these plugs of molten stone can be seen; but in Coonowrin the outside shell has been more deeply worn away, so that the plug is left naked to every eye. It is like looking at the bones of an ancient dinosaur. That indefinable atmosphere of an earlier world hangs about it, and almost oppresses the imagination. Even the vegetation that clings about its base now — spiky shrubs, grasstrees with pointed spears and blackened trunks, and writhing teatrees — seem to belong to a vanished age — an age when everything was </span><span style="font-family: helvetica;">hard and horny, before the softness of the fern-world.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But, seen in the distance, they are strikingly beautiful. From many places along the northern coast of Moreton Bay one gets glimpses of them, and they seem to arrange themselves along the skyline, like a set of quaint hieroglyphics. The farther one gets away from them the more fragile they appear, and the more do their domes and pillars take on the semblance of crystal. There is a magic about them that makes them impossible to forget. I do not know any mountains that have the same power of steeping the mind in mystery and casting a spell over the imagination.</span></p><p><b><span style="font-family: times;">References:</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><b>The Glasshouses by Vance Palmer</b><br />The Australasian 4.6.1927 p. 70 [<i>viewable via National Library of Australia's Trove online resourc</i>e <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article140734966" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article140734966</a> ]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Glass House Mountains National Park, Sunshine Coast.</b> PHOTO<br /><a href="https://parks.des.qld.gov.au/parks/glass-house-mountains/about/culture" target="_blank">https://parks.des.qld.gov.au/parks/glass-house-mountains/about/culture</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Biography of Edward Vivian (Vance) Palmer (1885-1959)<br /></b>by Geoffrey Serle, 1988, Australian Dictionary of Biography v. 11.<br /><a href="https://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/palmer-edward-vivian-vance-7946" target="_blank">https://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/palmer-edward-vivian-vance-7946</a></span></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-70251183238642091002023-05-29T22:44:00.006-07:002023-05-29T22:49:42.381-07:00Little ship race<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><i>The following items from 1952 and 1953 describe the Brisbane to Bribie Island Little Ship Club's race, an annual event which attracted good support from the boating fraternity of Moreton Bay. </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1952</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>41 Ships in race.</b> <br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Little Ship Club's predicted-log race from Bishop Island to Bribie Island was won yesterday by Mr. K. D. McLellan, a Brisbane hotelkeeper.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr. McLellan, owner of the launch Apache, scored 191 points, 9 points below a possible maximum. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Forty-one ships contested the De Candia Trophy (a barometer and thermometer suitably mounted). </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr. R. J. De Candia, secretary of the club and owner of the launch Dalmar, was second with 183 points. Mr. C. L. Persson, owner of Diane, placed third with 181 points, and the Zyris (R. Downes) was fourth.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Alvis in win</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The club also conducted a yacht race which was won by Brisbane's crack yacht, Alvis, owned by Mr. F. J. Markwell. Tauranga (I. Morgan) was second, and Cimba (T. W. Early) was third. Alvis also gained fastest time.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The trophies were presented at a ball held at Bribie Island last night and attended by more than 400 people, about 300 of whom had been brought by the competing vessels.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Brisbane Little Ship Club was formed by owners of vessels which comprised the auxiliary naval patrol during the war. It has a membership of more than 80 small craft, and is regarded as one of the biggest in Australia.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article98359254" target="_blank">Sunday Mail (Brisbane) 31.8.1952 p.3</a> </span></p><p><b style="font-family: verdana;">1953</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The week-end of August 29 and 30 will be a busy one for members of the Little Ship Club, who will take their families on a joint club cruise to Bribie Island.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">About 60 vessels will participate in the cruise, which will be led by the Commodore (Mr E.T. Early) and Mrs Early in Nyalla, the vice-commodore (Mr Joe Manahan) and Mrs Manahan in Mooloola, and the rear commodore (Mr J Davies) and Mrs Davies in Cherooke.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the Saturday night a dance and presentation of trophies will be held at Bribie Hotel.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article217173437" target="_blank">Brisbane Telegraph 18.8.1953 p.17</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TUb_CWEpnXDBKYjYw7_GG8XfhSqIiIzWOdESne4YkGemiogGmDq5dZs9oXpdEB9b8pP8-PNZ0lUAwiFOZuVne0qRJWOGY9NIsAkLHNp1IZfeFCt0bkVtg9GIyGEhl3ubV5dTn0ZybPrUYrt490YX7BIT6nQtEt8t_i2uOPFANyuji70YDTbQqQ/s290/19530829_p7.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="290" data-original-width="231" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TUb_CWEpnXDBKYjYw7_GG8XfhSqIiIzWOdESne4YkGemiogGmDq5dZs9oXpdEB9b8pP8-PNZ0lUAwiFOZuVne0qRJWOGY9NIsAkLHNp1IZfeFCt0bkVtg9GIyGEhl3ubV5dTn0ZybPrUYrt490YX7BIT6nQtEt8t_i2uOPFANyuji70YDTbQqQ/w255-h320/19530829_p7.JPG" width="255" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-small;">Brisbane to Bribie Race Highlights<br />4KQ reports on race progress<br /><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article51082007" target="_blank">Courier Mail 29.8.1953 p.7</a> </span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Last Saturday night the 4KQ "Fine and Dandy" Show was heard from Bribie Island in conjunction with Little Ships Club Brisbane to Bribie boat race. A description of the race was given by Peter Clarke, followed by the presentation of trophies and the variety show conducted by Allen Brandt on the lawns at the Bribie Island Hotel.</span></div></span><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article71405400" target="_blank">Worker (Brisbane) 31.8.1953 p.6</a></div></span><br /></span><i style="font-family: trebuchet; text-align: center;">If you have any photos of the Little Ships that participated in the 1952 / 1953 races, or any other years, please send us an email at bribiehistoricalsociety@gmail.com </i><span style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><b>References:</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>41 Ships in race.</b> <i>Sunday Mail (Brisbane) </i>31.8.1952 p.3</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article98359254" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article98359254</a> </span></span></span><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><b>Busy weekend.</b> <i>Brisbane Telegraph</i> 18.8.1953 p.17</span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article217173437" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article217173437</a></span></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small; text-align: left;"><b>Further Reading:<br /></b></span><p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Little Ship Club, Stradbroke Island</b><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://littleshipclub.com.au/about/lsc-history/" target="_blank">https://littleshipclub.com.au/about/lsc-history/</a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">article: <b>The Old River, 40 years ago, Memories of Little Ships</b>. By a Skipper. <i>Sunday Mail (Brisbane)</i> 13.11.1932 p.20 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article97779533" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article97779533</a></span></p></div></div>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-5180981898790056712023-04-15T23:06:00.003-07:002023-04-15T23:08:28.212-07:00Is it just a piece of driftwood or a relic<p><i> The following article was published in the Bribie Times on 21 November 1986 and refers to a piece of driftwood that was found by Bribie Times staff member and photographer Terry Scarborough. The question posed - is it just a piece of driftwood or a relic from an old ship?</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When is a lump of wood, not a lump of wood?</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">by Wes Thomas B.Sc.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie Times, 21 Nov 1986 p. 6</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When is a lump of wood, not a lump of wood! When it is a relic - that's when - and, possibly local photographer Terry Scarborough, has found just that. And not just any old relic either. It is in the right place to be a part of Flinder's boat, the "Norfolk" and it is certainly very old.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now, before we get too involved in this, let us get a few things straight and, with that idea in mind, we turned to Stan Tutt. Stan is a noted writer and an authority on matters such as this (by the way, Stan has a book coming out in a few weeks time and it will be worth having at hand).</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stan Tutt told us that the relic was in the correct place to make it possible to be associated with Flinder's journies in Moreton Bay. Apparently, early in 1799, Flinders set out in "The Norfolk" to explore the northern coastline but ran into storms which created a serious leak in the ship, Stan outlined the story and referred us to the chronicles of Thomas Welsby.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Thomas Welsby's lifespan straddled the last half of the nineteenth century and the first third of this century [20th]. His talents inclined him to the recording of early history and, in particular, the explorations of Matthew Flinders. His records were gathered together by Thomson in the 1960s and published under the title "The Collected Works of Thomas Welsby" (Jacaranda Press, 1967, Edited by A.K. Thomson). In these volumes we discovered the facts.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Imagine the relief of the crew of the "Norfolk"when they discovered the sheltered waters of Moreton Bay after the battering that they had taken along the southeastern coast. On the afternoon of 16th July 1799, they passed into the Bay and anchored off the southwestern point of what is now Bribie Island. In the morning, Flinders and an aboriginal interpreter named Bongaree (from Sydney) and a few others went ashore. There was a party of natives on the Point and communication was at first friendly but, after receiving presents, they made an attack and one of them was wounded by gunfire.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">We may be proud to have an important commercial centre on our Island known as Bongaree. Because of the representations by this remarkable man, the relations between these two isolated groups of people became friendly and Flinders stayed over a fortnight. Of course, they were all anxious to repair the leak, so the vessel was brought more around the point to a place where there was a "small beach close to which the depth was seven fathoms".</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This, and other references quoted by Thomas Welsby make it clear that the site of these repairs was a locality we now know as ... [<i><b>see Editor's Note</b></i>] ...</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">That is where this ancient timbering in the form of a ship's plank has been found.</span></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: justify;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprGGmcrcMLLQf31qz-9Fg1l1KCeGS0NKJntX9lbzTYWprS6G4kv9VHix8QehHJXPwkLf04QYsWym84_gAMwWjCJ-rH4WuGmIhVWga1LAA-OXdGAL-ALfMiYCeH2pcLp-p5rbmTfca_KsT2P9aJPYYZsUMuLR_CwBDrgtHldGuV-o8wtlpJQqhng/s658/Screenshot%202023-04-16%20155611.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="658" data-original-width="362" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprGGmcrcMLLQf31qz-9Fg1l1KCeGS0NKJntX9lbzTYWprS6G4kv9VHix8QehHJXPwkLf04QYsWym84_gAMwWjCJ-rH4WuGmIhVWga1LAA-OXdGAL-ALfMiYCeH2pcLp-p5rbmTfca_KsT2P9aJPYYZsUMuLR_CwBDrgtHldGuV-o8wtlpJQqhng/s320/Screenshot%202023-04-16%20155611.jpg" width="176" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">The relic discovred by Bribie Times photographer <br />& Advertising Manager, Terry Scarborough, November 1986.</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A sentence from the writings of Thomas Welsby leaps out - "I wonder if any relics of Flinder's visit will ever turn up on the island frontage where thesloop was repaired". I wonder indeed.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stay with us to learn about the steps that are being taken to investigate the possibility. Stay with us also to find out if we have got our history straight. For example, is the present day nomenclature with respect to Skirmish Point correct? And what happened to the key man in this situation - the man called Bongaree?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">One thing I feel certain about - those men of the "Norfolk" enjoyed their stay while the vessel was being repaired. More about that too - Bribie Island's first tourists --- 187 years and 5 months ago.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Editor's Note:</b> Upon the request of the Queensland Museum, we have withheld naming the vicinity of the relic to protect it against vandalism and sourvenir-hunters. Please, if you have sufficient knowledge of Bribie's history to work out its general location, we implore you not to interfere with it until the Museum can get to it once their work on the "Pandora" is finished in North Queensland. Also be advised that the relic has been officially reported to the Museum and now comes under the ownership and protection of that august body. Any interference with the relic will result in severe penalties to any offenders! </span></i></p><p><b>REFERENCE</b></p><p>Lifeboat Bribie [backgrounder series of articles] by Wes Thomas B.Sc.<br /><i>Bribie Times, Friday November 21, 1986 page 6</i>.</p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-19453926632455182752023-03-09T22:49:00.004-08:002023-03-09T22:50:18.127-08:00Matthew Flinders Exploration<p><i>The following article <b>describes the official opening on 16 July 1988</b> of the Matthew Flinders memorial at Banksia Beach.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>A voice from the past speaks</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">by David Thomas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Bribie Times</i> Wed 20 July 1988</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Visitors to Bribie Island are now able to have a short, personal chat to the first white man ever to land anywhere in Queensland.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saturday's opening of the first of Bribie Bicentennial Committee's 'Talking Monuments' - the Matthew Flinders Memorial on Solander foreshore - is seen as a very positive step in providing a unique service to the Island's tourists.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The monument designed by a young QIT student - Kirsty Simpson - and sculpted by Tom Farrell, was officially opened in true Naval tradition by Lt Commander Don Kidd in front of a large crowd in superb sunshine on Saturday afternoon.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Not to be outdone by Australia's modern Navy, old Matthew Flinders himself (a la local identity Tom Abblett) started proceedings off with a somewhat inglorious arrival when his dory, crewed by three Navy Cadets from 'T.S. Moreton Bay' ran aground and became stuck about 20 metres from shore.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But, for a man of old Matty's skills and aplomb, a small setback such as this was no problem - after all, he managed to start the first and only non-nuclear war ever to be experienced in Queensland when he needed an event to commemorate the name 'Skirmish' for a certain part of the Island (unknown to many is the fact that Skirmish Point was actually named after Matty's second cousin by marriage, Frederick Amadeus Skirmish of Frogsbottom-by-the-Sea, Harts.)</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After finally extricating himself from the sandbar by sending his crew overboard to push (one of whom disappeared splutteringly below when they finally hit deep water again), the rest of the impressive ceremony went 'by the book'.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">After finally making it to shore, Matthew Flinders was escorted to the monument by members of Bribie's Navy Association.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In her opening address, President of the Bicentennial Community Committee, Margaret Guthrie, paid tribute to the many people who had helped bring about the Flinders Talking Monument.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRogcXinwc6UX3lvO8xULpgv0IJ9z4REwGt_sVQ8z0bdqsfE8Kg-qpZITIStXpPc68zAgzFw_vI316FQRzG776z9JllibFmYa6BGr9rkJ5NT-lCXkP1aWtHdn84xOK2YgyyvIrE3NSrGs_simiFwoTxnovSbVYJuH849n-fDI9Zmthpbfy69i__w/s519/Screenshot%202023-03-02%20105241.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRogcXinwc6UX3lvO8xULpgv0IJ9z4REwGt_sVQ8z0bdqsfE8Kg-qpZITIStXpPc68zAgzFw_vI316FQRzG776z9JllibFmYa6BGr9rkJ5NT-lCXkP1aWtHdn84xOK2YgyyvIrE3NSrGs_simiFwoTxnovSbVYJuH849n-fDI9Zmthpbfy69i__w/s320/Screenshot%202023-03-02%20105241.jpg" width="216" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matthew Flinders Exploration memorial<br />Photo: John Huth, 2 Feb 2018<br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">source: <a href="https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration" target="_blank">https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />For specific mention, she singled out the Committee's Secretary, Frank Miller; Tom Farrell, the sculptor; Terry Reader, who did the electrical work; Brian Taylor, whose voice tells Matthew Flinder's story; and Vercorp Pty Ltd, developers of Solander Shores Estate, for landscaping, paving and help with funding the project.</span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before officially declaring the monument open, Lt Cdr Don Kidd RAN gave a brief history of Matthew Flinders and honoured Australia's first and greatest navigator.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The flats of Australia, Queensland and the Bicentennial Authority were raised by Cadets from "T.S. Moreton Bay' as the audience sang "Advance Australia Fair'.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mrs Guthrie then handed over the monument to Caboolture Shire Council for maintenance and upkeeping. Deputy Shire Chairman, Joy Leishman accepted on behalf of the Shire Chairman, who have to leave the ceremony early to fulfill another appointment.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cr Leishman congratulated the Committee and promised on behalf of the Council, that the monument would be kept in good order by the Council.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The other two talking monuments - which will be opened later in the Bicentennial Year - are to tell the story of Bribie's original aboriginal inhabitants, situated at the new Community Arts Centre; and the third will tell of the early white pioneers who settled Bribie Island, to be situated near the Air Sea Rescue in Bellara. Both will be Talking Monuments as well.</span></p><p><b>REFERENCES</b></p><p><b>Thomas, David (1988) A voice from the past speaks.</b><br />Bribie Times v3 no44, 20 July 1988, page 4.</p><p><b>Matthew Flinders Exploration monument, Banksia Beach - entry on Monument Australia</b><br />Captain Matthew Flinders, Royal Navy (1774 – 1814) was a distinguished English navigator and cartographer, who made three voyages to the southern ocean (August 1791 – August 1793, February 1795 – August 1800 and July 1801 – October 1810).<br />Online at <a href="https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration</span></a></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-1501706712231181812023-03-09T22:49:00.002-08:002023-03-09T22:49:40.839-08:00Matthew Flinders Memorial<p><i> The following information and photos are sourced from Monument Australia</i><br /><a href="https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration</span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matthew Flinders Exploration - Talking Monument</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Description:</b><br />The talking monument commemorates the landing of Matthew Flinders.</span></p><p></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Front Inscription:<br /></b>Matthew Flinders Story</span><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4aP_LgKnezOOC548Fi1m3UZ-yNzv9PjLHKOS7Cbbqs-I5ztcuElnFEKmiQZtuIotRYjv0rlIHeIOsZD3K1LjHGMphIlDS06motxzmG0QF3PJiFcxH8t7qD0Z9LfT0Qg6egtZVFpn5QxZIZGZlgYJLkNJ2nKK0xODgLR-jb5CpVUbk4Tt16HnYg/s808/Screenshot%202023-03-02%20134023.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="718" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4aP_LgKnezOOC548Fi1m3UZ-yNzv9PjLHKOS7Cbbqs-I5ztcuElnFEKmiQZtuIotRYjv0rlIHeIOsZD3K1LjHGMphIlDS06motxzmG0QF3PJiFcxH8t7qD0Z9LfT0Qg6egtZVFpn5QxZIZGZlgYJLkNJ2nKK0xODgLR-jb5CpVUbk4Tt16HnYg/w178-h200/Screenshot%202023-03-02%20134023.jpg" width="178" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matthew Flinders Talking Monument<br />Banksia Beach<br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo: John Huth, 2 Feb 2018.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Left Side Inscription:<br /></b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">The Concept Of This Monument Was Designed By<br />Miss Kirsti Simpson Depicting The Earth`s Northern And<br />Southern Hemispheres Joined By Early Navigators.This Piece<br />Of Helidon Stone Was Sculpted By Mr Tom Farrell To Depict<br />The Matthew Flinders Story</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-small;">The Work Was Sponsored By The Australian Bicentennial<br />Authority Federal Heritage Programme, Vercorp Developers<br /> Of Solander Shores<br /> And<br />The Bribie Island Bicentennial Community Committee</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-small;">This Monument Was Unveiled On The 16th July.<br />The Anniversary Of Flinders Landing<br /> By <br />Lt. Commdr D. M. Kidd, R.A.N.E.M.</span></p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kzp-pmHdZdAsX-zglpU1bKuYf7RgTwv63I5zb8AjAteXRUuQiTwW64MYooYp7AtGr1w6gvjGFbLVtYKnVey38I4nz3to5AR5K1TT3bzPlLa7gl6rf9hPUrmKjesCGaLwS8iwSDgNrIlITaSl2EunQz6T9mJfnLrLxZRqCqiJvxcIkvLfMeCIBA/s519/Screenshot%202023-03-02%20105241.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kzp-pmHdZdAsX-zglpU1bKuYf7RgTwv63I5zb8AjAteXRUuQiTwW64MYooYp7AtGr1w6gvjGFbLVtYKnVey38I4nz3to5AR5K1TT3bzPlLa7gl6rf9hPUrmKjesCGaLwS8iwSDgNrIlITaSl2EunQz6T9mJfnLrLxZRqCqiJvxcIkvLfMeCIBA/s320/Screenshot%202023-03-02%20105241.jpg" width="216" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Matthew Flinders Talking Monument<br />Banksia Beach<br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo: John Huth, 2 Feb 2018.</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;">Captain Matthew Flinders, Royal Navy (1774 – 1814) a distinguished English navigator and cartographer, made three voyages to the southern ocean (August 1791 – August 1793, February 1795 – August 1800 and July 1801 – October 1810).</span><p></p><p><b>Acknowledgements:</b><br /><i>The above photographs by John Huth were supplied to Monument Australia.</i><br /><a href="https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">https://monumentaustralia.org.au/themes/landscape/exploration/display/112300-matthew-flinders-exploration</span></a> </p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-38629974360268765882023-02-04T17:57:00.008-08:002023-02-04T18:03:13.358-08:00Jobs by Bribie women<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>The following article from 1967, gives a glimpse of jobs taken on by Bribie Island women, their partners and their families over 50 years ago.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Island of no discrimination : Women in Men's jobs. </span></i></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><i>Courier Mail</i>, circa 1967.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Bribie Island "for sun, surf and fishing, the ideal family holiday centre," say the glossy brochures. The ideal place for doing as you please, say the Bribie women.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And what pleases the Bribie women is work "you'd never get away with in the city" - of the kind usually done by men!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Here, where development pace is fast - but not so fast-paced the island's pleasant back-woodsy atmosphere is threatened, and the loudest noise is the screech of parrots - the words "female discrimination" are practically unknown.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The island women wield as much power - if not quite as many hammers - in the local work force as the men, whether by helping tradesmen husbands, or in jobs they have competed for against them.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And in this event, competence, and not sex, is the deciding factor.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">With one or two exceptions. There is some discrimination. One or two employers confessed to frankly preferring women.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Meet some of the male-job holding women. There are more, of course, the motel manager, the builder's wife who delivers timber to work sties, the plumber's wife who works out job prices and requirements, the hardware store co-owner (with her husband) who can measure timber quantities, within inches, by eye ... far too many to introduce.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But who says they are male-jobs? Not the Bribie women. Without exception the island's working women fraternity agree any job is for anybody who can do it.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Unless it is too muscle building. To a woman, they wouldn't have that on!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="375" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRF_jtl__HH2xM4ochrajUdz2F4F-cOW2x4_M1sR2W25rJcxYiBpfFgq4OneDoIJjWFeoO6gs9iz91lvpBox2c5LuV3bJSlnYc0XCGSjAQS4AoKzsbj7DQ5aRv6dKpsdsjMzvzXt0uIq4Md0QlYhjt7Tddu6_Y7psbPq3e06Z6G5m_FxQlV8AOA/s320/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_01.jpg" width="188" /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">From sign-writing to mail delivering is a big switch, "but you get to meet and talk to more people," and so the switch was a welcome one for <b>Bribie's "Postie," Mrs Val Mole</b>. Her mail run takes her out six days a week, from 7 a.m. to 11 a.m. and important to her, it takes her to see the 600 residents of the Bongaree township she serves. "A great way to keep up with the news!" she professes. But the real attraction is two-fold: "I enjoy people, first, and secondly, it would drive me up the wall to be at home all day."</span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQcrAUPq6Nq6TDwkKDg1HeyujHukQ1DHbGAN_sNfiTkJRilbV9c-kJvnw0wj777q4liRO31O6KuehaQC3MESeDLzJKDCTHm9YEF7r109FWCMbnX_W6PKCtK-9zAu0Vm5jagMwvreS9Sc4hhVJGcddYfSpIueSEbWa0xoN1cpdvLhpyck7IUs5kA/s995/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="995" data-original-width="523" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQcrAUPq6Nq6TDwkKDg1HeyujHukQ1DHbGAN_sNfiTkJRilbV9c-kJvnw0wj777q4liRO31O6KuehaQC3MESeDLzJKDCTHm9YEF7r109FWCMbnX_W6PKCtK-9zAu0Vm5jagMwvreS9Sc4hhVJGcddYfSpIueSEbWa0xoN1cpdvLhpyck7IUs5kA/s320/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_02.jpg" width="168" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">10 a.m. and it's opening time for <b>Bribie's Blue Pacific Hotel licensee, Mrs Jean Piva</b>. An unusual job for a woman? "Not at all, it's an ideal job!" Mrs Piva reasons decent men "... and that means most ..." respect a woman. Her husband, "Bluey" co-manager with her, goes along with "... woman's influence is a quietening one" theory. Hotels can be trouble spots, but where a woman is at the helm, trouble is rare, they say. Mrs Piva was a nurse before her marriage. When she first became a hotel licensee, she was the youngest in the State. "There's no end to things women can do if they want," she says.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnbFTcoFHsYUqTLNULWQeIEBJqWzO5TAtyP0Xzko7zIm1-Hz0l04HqYmkQ-qotY7dAFOajTM1TDF5974WXaa0dvuq8okNMowmj1HfXrEau5PzGRPSoFGt4hgg9Y8FdTrJrdczm4-IUi7gzXubY8LbJ-TpPHysmmj5tjHewwFc56JDHekFhK6Qlw/s603/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="561" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnbFTcoFHsYUqTLNULWQeIEBJqWzO5TAtyP0Xzko7zIm1-Hz0l04HqYmkQ-qotY7dAFOajTM1TDF5974WXaa0dvuq8okNMowmj1HfXrEau5PzGRPSoFGt4hgg9Y8FdTrJrdczm4-IUi7gzXubY8LbJ-TpPHysmmj5tjHewwFc56JDHekFhK6Qlw/s320/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_03.jpg" width="298" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">"Here's the pieman!" yell the children, as <b>Mrs Evelyn Young and her pie-cart</b> come to a lunch-time halt by the school Their sex identification may not rate top marks, but they're right about occupation. Mrs Young's husband, Angus, is a "pieman", too. They begin their working day together at 6 a.m., when they start the day's baking, and end it around 7.30 p.m. when the last round ... which they share ... is over. A long day, and at six days a week, a long week, "... but worth every minute."</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxq5l5JEuv8grDZMDlbTgNSykp35Pyz85SAQLl6wJZxRJlB-d5gE8ufYamHxE6otM88-RWCY4WD2EcJVcaTJwPD4y2SE0CSk1PaeqJXsIZh7DI25kgodEC6-YPeodHilIxBa_Ts4CO6DnCAeBp6tfFKdjVsDEnw_usoGUEWjbPBfI1EGZm_7-7IQ/s786/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="578" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxq5l5JEuv8grDZMDlbTgNSykp35Pyz85SAQLl6wJZxRJlB-d5gE8ufYamHxE6otM88-RWCY4WD2EcJVcaTJwPD4y2SE0CSk1PaeqJXsIZh7DI25kgodEC6-YPeodHilIxBa_Ts4CO6DnCAeBp6tfFKdjVsDEnw_usoGUEWjbPBfI1EGZm_7-7IQ/s320/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_04.jpg" width="235" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Young George Dixon, at 15 months, is almost as <b>knowledgeable about the butcher's run</b>, as his mother, <b>Mrs Lois Dixon</b>. He's been doing it with her since he was old enough to travel. Mrs Dixon helps her butcher-husband, Sandy, in their shop for two hours a day, then does the delivery run. Meantime, Mary-Anne, their two-and-a-half-year-old, stays with dad. Mrs Dixon was a shop assistant before her marriage, and "I like seeing people every day, keep up with the local news, and I'm out and about, which I like."</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JvsWqJRQzSHTJeY0ACbYvmuH83XRhnuu4yllk9i0SVB81laJHs6d40NDjnTKBgH3ZDkNKCzw7usr6Ba7euoUaPQ16sz6pefCxO9BRr9At2ZBrooobpd0BnyRjAz9GohXWb5yK9eFz_xs-miVYBQTrCu0jjHH_x8C1_ErYr1ZEQ7-QNHqGOLr1Q/s742/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="487" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7JvsWqJRQzSHTJeY0ACbYvmuH83XRhnuu4yllk9i0SVB81laJHs6d40NDjnTKBgH3ZDkNKCzw7usr6Ba7euoUaPQ16sz6pefCxO9BRr9At2ZBrooobpd0BnyRjAz9GohXWb5yK9eFz_xs-miVYBQTrCu0jjHH_x8C1_ErYr1ZEQ7-QNHqGOLr1Q/s320/BF01_13_scrapbook_items_05.jpg" width="210" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Mrs Margaret Jensen </b>is the island's holiday time midnight-to-dawn girl. For the rest of the year, she works a "soft" day shift, of three hours. She and her husband are <b>proprietors of a milk delivery service, sharing working hours</b> - and care of their two children, aged three and five - between them. It's "the healthy outdoor life" which appeals to Mrs Jensen, plus the fact she and her husband are working for themselves. Her job as a ledger machinist before her marriage wasn't as heavy - those milk crates weigh 59lb. - "... but it wasn't as much fun either!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">REFERENCES</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">article: <i>Island of no discrimination : Women in Men's jobs.</i> <br />Courier Mail, circa 1967. [From the Brook family collection clippings.]</span></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-167540022779886592023-01-12T18:40:00.006-08:002023-01-12T18:42:10.326-08:00Ted Clayton remembers<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>The Bribie Bridge will have its 60th anniversary on 19 October 2023. The following article contains a personal account by Ted Clayton, written for the 20th anniversary in 1983.<br /></i> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Building toward the future of a resort</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Near North Coast News</i>, 19 Oct 1983, page 20.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqffGQD-AcfAP_PINUzG2zSsFS8oPT9_UXSdvKMusvkOJBPivWaCzR-EjMzfWaa5oErRbtjUhjfyX6y9DsDe2C16cIEa9El2ut7AIlf-qkK-67_4U5SwCj6RX8hZuO6f78Jnn9WEPMMxJ-ObVZ1rfvj3XXTGsqBL6Tqsd--uoyaT-RdZXh58xaHw/s2187/NNCN_19831019_p17_cropped.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1545" data-original-width="2187" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqffGQD-AcfAP_PINUzG2zSsFS8oPT9_UXSdvKMusvkOJBPivWaCzR-EjMzfWaa5oErRbtjUhjfyX6y9DsDe2C16cIEa9El2ut7AIlf-qkK-67_4U5SwCj6RX8hZuO6f78Jnn9WEPMMxJ-ObVZ1rfvj3XXTGsqBL6Tqsd--uoyaT-RdZXh58xaHw/w400-h283/NNCN_19831019_p17_cropped.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">20th Bribie Bridge Anniversary<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Near North Coast News, 19 Oct 1983, page 17</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A local resident who can give a first-hand account of Bribie Island at the time of the construction of the bridge is long-time Shire resident Ted Clayton.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mr Clayton worked on the bridge construction and here gives a personal account of how the work proceeded:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The construction of the Bribie Bridge coincided with the big credit squeeze of 1963. The population of permanent residents on the Island at that time was quite small, and most of the cash inflow came from visitors and people building holiday homes.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I was contract building at the time, and was also stuck with a 'spec' house that wouldn't sell. The engineer in charge of the bridge job (Mr Noel Tedman) was living in flats at the end of South Esplanade. I approached him about a job and started work at Toorbul Point as a carpenter shortly thereafter.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The site of operations at Toorbul Point had been a major army installation during the war years, and the country between Clark's jetty and the old barge landing site was strewn with the remains of jettys and facilities.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"A lot of this heavy timber went into the construction of the overhead gantry and the slipway that was used for the launching of pontoons carrying prestressed concrete piles and bridge beams. The timber piles for this slipway were cut locally and the fact that unskilled labourers were put to work sharpening these with blunt adzes meant that a lot of them were also cut locally - mainly around the shins.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiils2V_FXFt2P1gzvUI1RF2gcErXNCVnGyRqd4MlgxpgsjK-gfi82-5MzID1dOLeeCvTs8F4xmeVFAcJSw3VaHDLhdXMkWx2yXZbBoNpdRd_HCxk8iYxe9l0_mNRiul_CFw5ctKAXlzMSmIfOLNUhD77BG55L7ERecXuelHlhNO7VcY54PXCeMSg/s2080/NNCN_19831019_p20_crop.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="2080" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiils2V_FXFt2P1gzvUI1RF2gcErXNCVnGyRqd4MlgxpgsjK-gfi82-5MzID1dOLeeCvTs8F4xmeVFAcJSw3VaHDLhdXMkWx2yXZbBoNpdRd_HCxk8iYxe9l0_mNRiul_CFw5ctKAXlzMSmIfOLNUhD77BG55L7ERecXuelHlhNO7VcY54PXCeMSg/w400-h130/NNCN_19831019_p20_crop.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caption: The Bribie Bridge comes close to the Island - and completion.<br />Picture: R. Loseby<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Near North Coast News, 19 October 1983, p. 20</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The slip as such was a conventional one with rail lines extending from below the low water mark up onto the foreshore, where they ran down the centre of the overhead gantry. The gantry was equipped with heavy manually operated chain blocks. The concrete beams and piles were stored alongside the track and lifted into the launching pontoons as required. The initial plan was for these pontoons to be hauled out to the site of operations by a wire rope which ran from a winch on the pile frame.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"This plan was never totally successful, and as the bridge extended it became less so. The wire cut grooves into outcrops of rock projecting from the bottom of the channel and was forever jamming.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"By this time I had progressed to 'general' foreman and as such I inherited the problem and shared it with the engineer. We decided that the job of towing could best be done by some form of tug boat.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"My friend Phil Dinte had a boat about the 20-foot (seven metres) mark powered by a 10 hp diesel. I approached Phil, he took the job and stayed with it until the bridge was finished - towing pontoons and ferrying workmen as required. the 10 hp was a bit light for the job but what it lacked in power Phil made up for it with his knowledge of the winds and tides in the Channel.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"When you consider that the beams themselves were 72 foot 2 inches (about 26 metres) long and were floating in clumsy pontoons, and throw in a few other items like the fact that the tide turns a half an hour earlier at the Toorbul Point end of the bridge, and the vagaries of the wind and waves, it was no small feat of seamanship.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The engineer in charge of the project, Noel Tedman, was killed with most of his family in a tragic accident a short time after the bridge was completed. I understand that he was on his way to start up a contract of his own. He was a fine person with a lot of energy and a good engineer. He left a lot of friends behind."</span></p><p><b>REFERENCES</b></p><p>Building toward the future of a resort [Ted Clayton remembers]<br /><i>Near North Coast News</i>, 19 Oct 1983, p. 20.</p><p>Bribie Bridge 20th Anniversary, special supplement, <br /><i>Near North Coast News</i>, 19 Oct 1983, pp. 17-20.</p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-68042468554297760052022-11-30T12:30:00.007-08:002022-11-30T12:38:46.884-08:00Busy Fingers began 1981<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Busy Fingers ... From Rags to Riches</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Bribie Times</i> 12 Aug 1987</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"><i>Bribie Island's Busy Fingers organisation is literally a Rags to Riches story and a tribute to a small group of Bribie residents who saw a need and acted upon it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Busy Fingers takes the "rags" that people no longer want and turn them into "riches" to benefit the elderly residents of the Sir Charles Adermann Nursing Home at Bribie's Church of Christ Retirement Village. Inaugurated on the 31st March, 1981, the Busy Fingers Fundraisers were literally that ... a group of dedicated people, mainly women, busily using their fingers in kinitting, crocheting, making james, pickles, cakes and even plastic robots in their efforts to raise money for the newly planned Sir Charles Adermann Nursing Home at the Church of Christ Retirement Village. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The first President was Mrs Peg Canfield. Her "offsiders" were Secretary Fay Jackson and Treasurer Enid Funnell, two of the organisation's stalwarts who still hold those positions. Planned to cost $842,000, the Sir Charles Adermann Nursing Home required to raise funds of over $400,000 to get off the ground. An appeal was launched in March 1981 to raise this money.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Busy Fingers began its fundraising by holding street stalls outside Cornett's Foodbarn. In their first year of operation, the organisation managed to raise $4,000 towards this total. It then took over the old theatre on the corner of Cotterill and Bestman Avenues on the 10th January 1983 as its main point-of-sale venue for the items made by the original 15 members. Regular Flea Markets that had been held at the Retirement Village were discontinued and the theatre became a centre for the sale of second hand goods donated by members of the public, as well as the new items made by members.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By April 1983, the Busy Fingers ladies and their long-suffering husbands, had raised over $15,500 for the Nursing Home. Their efforts were partially rewarded when they were present at the official unveiling of the dedication plaque in July 1983, by the then Federal Member for Fisher, Mr Evan Adermann, son of the late Sir Charles Adermann. A small but also very important recognition of the group's hard work had come in April 1983 when the founder and original Treasurer of Busy Fingers, Mrs Enid Funnell received a nomination as Queenslander of the Year. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The building contract for the new Nursing Home was signed in May 1983 and construction commenced in October. At this stage, over $115,000 had been raised from the Bribie Island community for the appeal. On 2nd August 1984, the Nursing Home became operational and most of the 30 beds were almost immediately filled. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Since that time, Busy Fingers has not been idle. The group had been responsible for the raising of over $150,000 in funds to assist the Home. Purchases they have made on behalf of the Home include a truck, a new bus, therapy chairs, water chairs and mattresses, bed pans, a microwave oven, air cooler, bookshelves and a gas stove. Busy Finger's latest donation of $17,000 on behalf of the Nursing Home, towards the Lions Ambulance Fund is also aimed at helping the elderly folk of the Home.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The group feels that an efficient ambulance service is a vital part of care for Bribie's elderly, and the age and condition of the Island's two old ambulances posed a threat and a danger to the need for quick ambulance transportation in the case of emergencies. But the ladies of Busy Fingers are quite self-effacing. They give all of their credit to their highly successful fund raising to the people of Bribie Island.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4d2thHf-FE33A8cXE2qfZ7eKs_cSeCBOtzFy49Eu9jBnevBY1qKjADkXV6WjcInZcC6yzD2SP0G7_goTN-quvq-QPEG48nKMnk27m3HBa550QhBrNk8zIl4_3uppjeZgleoujSk44SQNkouqimpCpId7x4TLyiyR95eJ4V4_Tc5grxBhF72ptQ/s1394/Screenshot%202022-12-01%20061552.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="1394" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4d2thHf-FE33A8cXE2qfZ7eKs_cSeCBOtzFy49Eu9jBnevBY1qKjADkXV6WjcInZcC6yzD2SP0G7_goTN-quvq-QPEG48nKMnk27m3HBa550QhBrNk8zIl4_3uppjeZgleoujSk44SQNkouqimpCpId7x4TLyiyR95eJ4V4_Tc5grxBhF72ptQ/w400-h266/Screenshot%202022-12-01%20061552.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">1987 - Big start for new ambulance. Busy Fingers donates $17,000 to Lions. The Committee ladies from Busy Fingers hand over their cheque for $17,000 to the Bribie Island Lions Club Ambulance Appeal. </div></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>L-R:</b> Lion <b>Cec Weldon</b>, Lions Treasurer; <b>Wally Poulton</b>, Lions President; Lion <b>Nev Galton</b>, Asst. Treasurer; <b>Mona Frost</b>, President of Busy Fingers; <b>Enid Funnell</b>, Treasurer; Lion <b>Jack Shaw</b> and <b>Fay Jackson</b>, Secretary of Busy Fingers.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">Treasurer Enid Funnell is quick to point out that it is only through the donations of items for sale by Bribie Islanders that the Busy Fingers shop is such a success. "Without the publuc's support, we never could have been so successful", she told the Bribie Times. "It is the people of Bribie, who support us so well, that need to be congratulated".</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But the residents of the Island are not so easily fooled ... without the dedicated work of the handful of ladies of Busy Fingers, turning other peoples "rags" in the community "riches", this Island would be just a little poorer in the glow that comes from their unselfish service.</span></p><p><b>REFERENCES:<br /></b>Article: Busy Fingers ... From Rags to Riches. Bribie Times v2(47) 12 Aug 1987, page 11<br />Photo: Big start for new ambulance. Bribie Times v2(47) 12 Aug 1987, page 1</p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-51439484170145969552022-10-24T23:04:00.004-07:002022-10-24T23:44:43.249-07:00Hendon Hall<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>The following article describes the opening of Hendon Recreation Hall on 29th June 1962, the same day the first issue of the Bribie Star newspaper. The Hendon Recreation Hall operated for almost two years when sadly, one of the directors, Henry Hart, drowned on 7 November 1963 off Ocean Beach. The company's assets were sold off and the Hendon Hall became the Bribie Cinema from 1964-1974.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>However on opening night, optimism was in the air as the plans of the directors of Hendon & Co were shared with the folks on Bribie Island.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Opening of New Recreation Centre</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie Star Friday 29th June 1962</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The opening of Hendon Recreation Hall in Cotterill Avenue tonight at 8 p.m. marks the turning point in Bribie's long-felt need of night entertainment for both residents and those visiting the island.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It has been said often in the past that Bribie lacked suitable entertainment for the teenagers. However, with the opening of Hendon Recreation Hall it is felt that suitable organised nightly entertainment for teenagers on the Island is now a reality.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In an interview with the directors of Hendon & Company, Mr. D.I. Iverach, Mrs T.E.J. Iverach and Mr H.W.T. Hart, we were shown over the Hall which has a floor area of over three thousand square feet. Apart from the skating rink and games area, it has a cafe, milk bar and grandstand. There is also a counter opening from the cafe to the street for the convenience of patrons who want outdoor service. We were also shown some of the large quantity of equipment that will be used in the Hall. There were roller-skates, indoor bowls, bowls mats, badminton racquets, and many other items.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmxKSEyajzNZlQlqMcMc79FiUYssgQP4-__RqMVf8gMGaprGGUqfHkllg90J4InfURlZjLy4Ub4FOxPfAJolnoA42QvLoxSqQXOhqVxRwk2njPd7YubWNT0F0WyqNj3FJUvIXzn65auOotmGJa9wfRJmvo9iBARIFbkf6TG5LiXDM_TT1h1PE_A/s798/Screenshot%202022-10-25%20152724.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="798" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmxKSEyajzNZlQlqMcMc79FiUYssgQP4-__RqMVf8gMGaprGGUqfHkllg90J4InfURlZjLy4Ub4FOxPfAJolnoA42QvLoxSqQXOhqVxRwk2njPd7YubWNT0F0WyqNj3FJUvIXzn65auOotmGJa9wfRJmvo9iBARIFbkf6TG5LiXDM_TT1h1PE_A/s320/Screenshot%202022-10-25%20152724.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Hendon Hall building later became Bribie Cinema</span><br /><i>Photo: Sam Hawkins, 1974.</i><br /><i>Collection: Moreton Bay Region Libraries. <a href="https://ourstory.moretonbay.qld.gov.au/nodes/view/29520" target="_blank">Ref CLPC-P0645</a></i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Faith in the future of Bribie Island</i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The directors of this fine enterprice are to be commended on their foresight and their faith in the future of the Island. When they arrived in Australia from Rhodesia on December 6, 1961, Bribie Island was unknown to them. Ten days later, on the 16th December 1961, they began business on the Island hiring small outboard speed boats and row boats. They now have a fleet of over thirteen speed boats and a new 15ft 75 H.P. speed boat which is used for water-skiing, joy-rides and scenic tours. Since that time the Company has expanded to include the Recreation Hall, a T.V. hiring agency, an Insurance agency, a sporting equipment agency, and a boat and outboard motor selling agency.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As another example of their faith in the future of Bribie Island, the directors of Hendon & Co. intent a further extension of business. Future plans of expansion include the erection of a marine fuel jetty, workshop and cafe at their present boat site. The directors stated also that since the revival of minature golf, it is intended to have a course added to the attractions that will be offered to the public at the Hall.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Free admittance for opening night</i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">During the invertiew with the directors we were informed that admittance for the opening night would be free.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Entertainment for young and old</i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">We obtained a copy of the directors' intended programme for the Hall. The programme to be offered is varied and caters for the young and old. It consists of roller skating daily from 12 noon to 5 p.m. There will be teachers in attendance at roller skating sessions.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Monday, Tuesday & Thursday Nights</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Indoor sports including indoor bowls, badminton, deck quoits, darts and deck tennis. The directors said that the members of all bowling clubs will be most welcome.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wednesday Nights</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Roller skating for which there is a large number of skates for hire.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Friday Nights</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Roller skating</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Saturday Nights</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">All types of dancing from the Twist and Rock 'n' Roll to the Waltz.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The building of such a project as Hendon Recreation Hall requires much planning and work. The directors of Hendon & Co requested us to express their thanks to the following people who contributed to its completion. They are Messrs G. Brook, Builder, Elliott's Hardware, J. Skelly (Electrical), A. Parnell (Plumber) and J. Lawrie (Sound Installations). Thanks is also extended to the Caboolture Shire Council for their willing co-operation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>REFERENCES</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Article: <i>Opening of New Recreation Centre</i>. Bribie Star, 29.6.1962, p.1, 3.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Photo: Hall built on the corner of Bestman Avenue and Cotterill Avenue Bongaree in 1962 (01/01/1974 - 31/12/1974),Moreton Bay Our Story, accessed 25 Oct 2022, <a href="https://ourstory.moretonbay.qld.gov.au/nodes/view/29520" target="_blank">https://ourstory.moretonbay.qld.gov.au/nodes/view/29520</a></span></p><p><b>If you have any photos of this building when it was Hendon Recreation Hall (1962-1964) please contact the Bribie Island Historical Society at bribiehistoricalsociety@gmail.com</b></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-88334538532207541312022-09-21T20:53:00.003-07:002022-09-21T21:00:16.275-07:00Poem A Present from the Past<p style="text-align: justify;"><i> The following poem was written by Ruth Inglis following her attendance at the May 2011 BIHS meeting. At that meeting a stone axehead, which had been found on Bribie Island in 1935, was shown to those present. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>A PRESENT FROM THE PAST</b></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Today I held a fragment of the dreamtime in my hand</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">A glimpse of how life once was lived by people of this land</div><div style="text-align: center;">How long? Too long to count the years it undetected lay</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buried in the sand, revealed by tide and wind today.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeYFh2mvz2kDQbQ98F-z8P_jfcOGOR1VYCCUycdS-hfKtot9RLbnW_CQRFIOA7JvgdSJuXKK3xGyIKUWBCPWmhc5SK0lyKvUmXlEmXGMUW6OmB3BxDc-qrObNETP3tL94yjxtIyjw6JXILDlC5mWQW22wNDI5sCWY7hw1bPKYtcDhjnJJn5DaDg/s539/Screenshot%202022-09-22%20134529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="437" data-original-width="539" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeYFh2mvz2kDQbQ98F-z8P_jfcOGOR1VYCCUycdS-hfKtot9RLbnW_CQRFIOA7JvgdSJuXKK3xGyIKUWBCPWmhc5SK0lyKvUmXlEmXGMUW6OmB3BxDc-qrObNETP3tL94yjxtIyjw6JXILDlC5mWQW22wNDI5sCWY7hw1bPKYtcDhjnJJn5DaDg/w320-h259/Screenshot%202022-09-22%20134529.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Stone axehead held by Betty McDermid, May 2011.<br /><i>It was found in 1935 on Bribie Island.<br />Estimated to be 15,000 years old.</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo: Barry Clark</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />And as I held it time rolled back (that formless thing so vast<br />its insubstantial curtain dims our knowledge of the past),<br />I saw a black man kneeling, he was chipping at a stone<br />To form a sharp-edged blade - sharp enough to cut through bone.</div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">And chip by chip he deftly shapes the stone to his design</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As patiently he crafts each flake so they will all align.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The surface is like scales of fish to give a rougher grip</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">his hand can hold while cutting, and will not let it slip.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The back edge has been sanded - round and smooth to fit his palm,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A weapon or a tool? his knife is fashioned to cause harm.</span></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Did the man make many knives or this, his only one?</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;">Was it perhaps a special knife, the best he'd ever done?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it used to feed his family, or was it a surgeon's knife</div><div style="text-align: center;">for initiations only - the sacred act in a boy's life?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How did it come to be mislaid upon a sandy beach</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or did it fall in water, lost beyond its owner's reach?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Was it buried in a midden with the shells they'd feasted on</div><div style="text-align: center;">And accidentally dropped there, unnoticed it had gone?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Was he sad when it was missing - did he even really care</div><div style="text-align: center;">The stone is mute - its story is not one that it can share.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Written by Ruth Inglis, 2011.</i></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>ACKNOWLEDGEMENT</b></div>We thank Ruth Inglis for sharing her poem, which she gave to BIHS president Barry Clark at the BIHS meeting on 14 September 2022.<p></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-17357268587663970372022-08-11T18:13:00.006-07:002022-09-03T20:41:36.009-07:0070th anniversary in 1999<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i>In 1999, the Bribie Island Bowls Club celebrated its 70th anniversary. The following article was written by Melissa Boyle and published in the Island and Mainland News 15 September 1999.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Bribie's oldest Club celebrates 70th Anniversary </b>[in 1999]</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">by Melissa Boyle</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Island & Mainland News</i> 15.9.1999 p. 1, 3.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Bribie Island's oldest club, the Bribie Island Bowls Club, celebrates its 70th anniversary this month, with a week full of activities planned for both bowlers and other members of the community.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8k_WVDetOZ5YTM9KyGXzwXZS5jEhUtr9N9hKafaSxgqil656OsVXVsqSCM4xwd9Egw0V_M5417OL9aov81BcV-Cabsa6Sg-S0_MBASM7EpTq6_Y0pD_Jsuhb1Vm1U2Z1SblCXpixv7IV0U4i_N6epZwsJhkHLhKURvhwfq7QeLjL2ugIzvNn3Xw/s1353/Screenshot%202022-08-12%20181717.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="1353" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8k_WVDetOZ5YTM9KyGXzwXZS5jEhUtr9N9hKafaSxgqil656OsVXVsqSCM4xwd9Egw0V_M5417OL9aov81BcV-Cabsa6Sg-S0_MBASM7EpTq6_Y0pD_Jsuhb1Vm1U2Z1SblCXpixv7IV0U4i_N6epZwsJhkHLhKURvhwfq7QeLjL2ugIzvNn3Xw/w400-h219/Screenshot%202022-08-12%20181717.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In 1999, the Bribie Island Bowls Club celebrated its 70th anniversary<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo: Bribie Island Bowls Club collection, BIBC_007</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The Bribie Island Bowls Club was originally founded in 1929, by a committee of members of the Windsor Bowls Club. The original clubhouse was floated from Moreton Island to Bribie Island on 44 gallon drums and placed at its prime location on the waterfront.* The first green was built of sand and ashes obtained by the <i>Koopa</i> on one of its many trips to Bribie. Obtaining top dressing in those days was quite a job, and the soil was brought in from Goodwin Beach. It was sieved and bagged and sent to Bribie on a cattle barge.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The clubhouse - in those days - consisted of three rooms: the kitchen and dining room, the bar, and a ladies room, all lit by oil lamps. In 1947, the school teachers' cottage and school was bought by the club and converted into a double-storey bowlers hostel. Housing up to eight people, it was the only one of its kind in Australia.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBk_7513FuWgwTxiR0tzXnE68_OAoETUOw1chMS1ARo9PDGIEV-E4LkD4l0SbzISrNr4oFIDYIbVPSZYucnO_sYvQ1F0WT2JcLOubAdsOjqp_pi5075J3aZVqOG9M-3WBg04mw8SqAHsrIkiPMSm1iIqmVlP7LcAs72onWgM4e3v6qHkvsdALJA/s1061/Picture2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="1061" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifBk_7513FuWgwTxiR0tzXnE68_OAoETUOw1chMS1ARo9PDGIEV-E4LkD4l0SbzISrNr4oFIDYIbVPSZYucnO_sYvQ1F0WT2JcLOubAdsOjqp_pi5075J3aZVqOG9M-3WBg04mw8SqAHsrIkiPMSm1iIqmVlP7LcAs72onWgM4e3v6qHkvsdALJA/w400-h183/Picture2.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The Bribie Island Bowls Club as it was in the mid 1950's.<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">source: Island & Mainland News 15.9.1999 p.1</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The club progressed slowly during the fifties and sixties. With the building of the Bribie bridge came water and electricity connections, which improved both the Island and the club, and made a more modern approach to the game of bowls at the Bribie Island Bowls Club, and at Bongaree.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">During the early years, the Bribie Island Bowls Club was the main source of fund-raising for the Ambulance. Raffles, sing-a-longs and dances featured prominently, and over the year the club has supplied several Ambulance vehicles.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The club also supported the local Fire Brigade, which was started at the Bowls Club's Hostel, where practise was carried out two nights a week.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The Ladies Bowling Club came into being in 1957, with 19 ladies turning up at the first meeting. The foundation Lady President was Rene Stanley when the Ladies Club was established formally on the 18th September 1958, with the opening performed by I. Grafton from the Queensland Ladies Bowls Association.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Bribie Island Bowls Club was incorporated in October 1990, when the membership was about 400 men and 200 ladies, with a Board of Management charged with running of the club affairs, while the bowls and other activities managed by elected committees.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Achieving many distinctions both inside and outside the bowls arena, the Bribie Island Bowls Club and its members boast a proud tradition and record, not only on the greens, but also supporting the local community.</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSXKdjKFNnfvjDovL4rdGXMCzKR-EwEKxS1usDVZ3uM76iP3uWB3gkz2e0NO5hBK9F7HsqobppR39KXlxOC_GLtwri-cRxY6QvGIV6SudaAqvYq_0_Ms9mYPg4zJ0uHEd6j_XAjz7uMsHFivUmPMA51etzh3O8rojZqPSnI6x_1Au_dXjcb0Zkg/s602/Picture1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="602" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSXKdjKFNnfvjDovL4rdGXMCzKR-EwEKxS1usDVZ3uM76iP3uWB3gkz2e0NO5hBK9F7HsqobppR39KXlxOC_GLtwri-cRxY6QvGIV6SudaAqvYq_0_Ms9mYPg4zJ0uHEd6j_XAjz7uMsHFivUmPMA51etzh3O8rojZqPSnI6x_1Au_dXjcb0Zkg/w400-h226/Picture1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Bribie Island Bowls Club as it stands [in 1999], <br />overlooking the picturesque Pumicestone Passage.<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">source: <i>Island & Mainland News</i> 15.9.1999 p.1</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">From its humble beginnings in 1929, the Bribie Island Bowls Club has evolved and is continuing to evolve, into one of Bribie Island's leading sporting clubs.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Help them celebrate their milestone this month by joining in on their 70th birthday celebrations, running from 21st to 28th September, organised by a group of tireless members including Carol Rogers, Ann Baird, Joan Rimmington, Jesse Neil and Rob Lister. The normal bowls competitions for each day will take place as sponsored days, costing only $4 per player and a 1pm start each day.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The week-long celebrations will culminate on Tuesday 28th September, with a special fancy dress game of bowls, starting from 12 noon. Costing $10 per player, the afternoon's events will include games of self-selected tripples, high tea, a special evening dinner, and entertainment from one of Bribie Island's lading country bands, 4 Grumpy Old Men & A Lady. For non-bowlers, tickets for the evening dinner and entertainment are available for only $8 each. Admission to this special event is available by ticket only, which are on sale now at the Bribie Island Bowls Club's office until the 23rd September.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">- Melissa Boyle</span></p><p><b><span style="font-family: times;">REFERENCE</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><b>Bribie's oldest Club celebrates 70th Anniversary </b>by Melissa Boyle<br /><i>Island & Mainland News</i> 15.9.1999 pages 1 and 3.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">* <i>the history of the placement of the building that became the clubhouse is more involved than this sentence indicates.</i></span></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-1761695691711995022022-07-26T00:34:00.005-07:002022-07-26T00:40:14.302-07:00Ripping storm 1986<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><i>The following article was written by David Thomas, editor of the Bribie Times, in October 1986. David describes a storm that ripped over Bribie and left a trail of damage and debris ...</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">And it was a beautiful day on Bribie...</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Eyewitness Account by David Thomas</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Bribie Times, 10 October 1986.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At about 4.00 PM on Monday last, after having enjoyed one of its normal, beautiful Spring days, Bribie Island's peace and quiet was suddenly shattered by "the storm that came from nowhere". </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the office of the "Bribie Times", situated right on the waterfront in Welsby Parade, Bongaree, the first warning I had of the approaching storm was an encroaching darkness, and thunder and lightning. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Like most Bribie Islanders, I equated nothing more to this than a normal afternoon, Spring storm ... were we to be proved wrong!</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">DANTE'S INFERNO</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When the storn hit at just after 4.00 PM its first act was that of a demented version of Dante's "Inferno". </span>A howling wind signalled the storm's arrival ... a wide that, within seconds, stripped smaller branches, leaves and sand off the beachfront in front of our office. Then came the rain ... driven almost horizontal in the first frenzy of the storm ... interspersed with larger branches that were beginning to be ripped from the living timber of our beautiful, foreshore gums.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">FURNITURE FLIES</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Across Kangaroo Avenue, the outside furniture from the Passage Milk Bar was bodily picked up and thrown hundreds of yards up the street. </span>A sign, firmly fixed to the wall, was ripped from its fastenings and has not been seen since! The air was now filled with flying detritus and the windows of the office were actually bending under the pressure of the wind. In awe of the power of nature, we watched as this cyclonic blast of wind gradually blew itself out to be replaced by torrential rain.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">NOT OVER!</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">But, it was not over!</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">About two minutes later the wind that did most of the real damage struck!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This raging, screaming second front, physically ripped limbs, as thick as a man's waist, from the trees. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Driving these now lethal weapons at a force sufficient to impale anyone unfortunate (or foolish) enough to be caught outside, we watched in horror as two branches - flying as it thrown by a giant spearsman - arrowed straight through the front windows of the Passage Milk Bar and Muriel Wrigley's Travel office. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The vacuum caused by the incredible power of this wind, actually opened the top of a steel Council rubbish bin across the street, and sucked the contents out as if it were a giant vacuum cleaner!</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">BRIBIE TIMES STAFF</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Although our office escaped any damage, Leane Clark had just managed to get back to the office in Jaccy Thomas's car before the storm struck.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Parked in Kangaroo Avenue with its back to the storm, the killer wind drove a tree branch of over 20 feet in length, through the back window of the car and ended up with its stump forced into the dashboard! </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The wind has physically pushed the car forward about four metres into the back of the car in front - and it had been in gear, with the handbrake on!</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmA4BwDqF7Me46LEbuVQ-mQXNk59RiF5Q5SSrqpCesJSYaXcAqLRPd5To5GkHrPtQ_D_jVYo1HosITtz_5QbB3wgRHq3I1IxR51WlIT1MPkbNNWU3DcqX9Q-XRB9fuXqlKRjN6uneDon-Qw0hMXBa4cL9Gg2E6t3NxVil_kLvHzhc_2mld4M5iw/s757/Screenshot%202022-07-26%20171947.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="757" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmA4BwDqF7Me46LEbuVQ-mQXNk59RiF5Q5SSrqpCesJSYaXcAqLRPd5To5GkHrPtQ_D_jVYo1HosITtz_5QbB3wgRHq3I1IxR51WlIT1MPkbNNWU3DcqX9Q-XRB9fuXqlKRjN6uneDon-Qw0hMXBa4cL9Gg2E6t3NxVil_kLvHzhc_2mld4M5iw/w400-h321/Screenshot%202022-07-26%20171947.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>After the storm - large tree felled by the storm.</b> <br />Bribie Times v2(4) 17.10.1986 p. 6.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">ROOFS MISSING</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">On driving along Welsby Parade to check on other damage the storm had caused, I was greeted with the sight of Mrs Donovan's two homes just past Schrag's Real Estate - one with the roof totally ripped off (it was found in the backyard of a house some distance away) and the other with major damage to the roof and windows at the front.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Power lines were down everywhere and broken tree limbs were hanging off all of the SEQEB lines along the Parade.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">But, then I came across the real damage!</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">CARAVAN PARK</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The Council Caravan Park at Bongaree must have been virtually in the "eye" of the storm. Virtually every caravan in the Park received some damage ... annexes were ripped down ... trees had fallen across vans - and how anyone was not killed was a miracle.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the foreshore park opposite the Caravan Park, the damage was almost unbelievable. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Trees that had been there for years were uprooted ... the steel power pole serving the sewerage pump station there had been bent level to ground level at its base plate ... wooden power poles were snapped off at the ground level ... and those trees left standing were virtually stripped of their foliage!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Bribie Island Bowls Club lost part of its roof and suffered damage to its front awnings.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">POLES BENT</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">At BP South Pacific, the roof had totally disappeared from above Carmel Fry's shop and was lying partly up against the windows of the Cut Price Supermarket - having broken one of their display windows. Carmel's shop was totally flooded from the rain and the large, steel display column in the BP's driveway had bent at about a 30 degree angle! This column was made of rough, six inch steel and was guyed with steel wires!</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">PLIMSOLLS</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The most seaward of Bribie's waterfront buildings, Plimsolls Restaurant, had taken the full brunt of the winds. The outside dining section was totally obliterated ... the roofing had disappeared and the wind had actually broken off part of a solid concrete column which must have weighed well over 200 lbs. and lifted it onto the roof of the restaurant!</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">ESPLANADE</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Along The Esplanade, the roof of the "Bayvue" apartments was found some 300 metres away in the bush behind the Units. A tree, which must have been decades old, had been physically ripped up, leaving a hole large enough to swallow a family-sixed car. And all of this in just over four minutes of actual wind.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">THE GOOD NEWS!</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Having been comandeered by the Channel Nine News team (who were the first to arrive by helicopter) to drive them around to film the damage, they were absolutely astounded at how quick people had rallied around to help.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">By 4.30 PM the Council teams had sprung into action, supported by virtually every contractor on the Island who had equipment that could be used in the "big clean-up".</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">POLICE BRILLIANT</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Sgt. Chris Smith and the Bribie police were immaculate in their immediate call to action ... directing traffic ... assisting bewildered and shocked people to find their bearings again and begin the clean-up. At BP South Pacific, up to his arms in debris, Snr. Const. Terry Hickey was "mucking in" in clearing the road of pieces of roof from the BP service station ... Snr. Const. Peter Deasey came in off holidays to assist in the disaster ... as well as the Police from Caboolture who were here within minutes of the storm.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">AMBULANCE</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Possibly the best news to come out of the disaster was the fact that only one minor injury occurred. Brian Hughes of The Grange, Brisbane, received a minor cut to his forehead when two trees crushed his caravan in the Bongaree Caravan Park. The last I saw of Brian was him being bundled into a vehicle by Steve Eaton, Manager of the park ... two hours after the storm! Brian had continued to work in helping clean up before bothering to go for treatment!</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Bribie ambulancemen, with fortunately nothing to do in their area of expertise, were using their vehicles to assist the Police in road blocks and traffic direction.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">COUNCIL WORKERS</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The prompt and efficient action of Caboolture Shire and its workers was superb to see. Within half an hour of the storm hitting, Council workmen were hard at it ... chainsawing trees and loading them on trucks ... cleaning up the broken branches and rubbish that covered all of the foreshore and doing a myriad of other tasks to ensure that Bribie was as quickly back to normal as possible.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The whole population of Bribie owes all of our community services a massive "Thankyou" for the work that was done.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">SEQEB</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">SEQEB workmen slaved through Monday night through to the early hours of Tuesday morning to restore power. For a group of men that this State was declaring "Open War" on last year, to see their dedication in unsnarling the absolute mess that the storm caused to our power grid deserves our strongest commendation.</div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">LUCKIEST ESCAPE</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Possibly the luckiest man on Bribie Island was Wally Polakow of Riverview, Ipswich. Wally was camped in a tent in the Caravan Park and, during the storm, was sheltering in his tent with his two young children. Two massive pine trees either side of his tent both snapped off at their bases. One tree, over 60 feet tall, fell diagonally across the top of the tent. Had it not been for this tree "hanging up" in another pine, it would have surely crushed all three in the tent. The other tree fell away from the tent after glancing off another tree!</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">When I questioned Wally as to the fact whether he had gone to church last Sunday, he said, "No, I didn't ... but you can bet your boots I will be there next Sunday!"</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">BRIBIE ISLAND SPIRIT</span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: justify;">After two hours of running around the site of the damage, a feeling suddenly began to creep over me and the Channel Nine News team - a feeling of admiration for the people of Bribie Island from these hard-bitten newsmen ... and a feeling of immense pride from me, as I watched this wonderful community spring into action to help its fwllow man.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Good on yer, Bribie" ... and today, it's a beautiful day on Bribie!</span></p><p>REFERENCE</p><p>And it was a beautiful day on Bribie... Eyewitness Account by David Thomas. Bribie Times v.2(3) Oct 10, 1986 pages 1-3.</p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-77639402518561767722022-07-01T14:16:00.005-07:002022-07-02T17:44:40.502-07:00Arbor Days on Bribie<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>Planting trees on Arbor Day</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i>A popular annual event since 1890 at Queensland schools has been planting trees on Arbor Day. The following articles give a glimpse of the event on Bribie Island through the years.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1937 – Friday 21 May – Arbor Day </b><br />Arbor Day was observed at the Bribie Island school last Friday [21 May], when the head teacher gave the children a nature study lesson, and tended the growing trees. The committee and parents provided afternoon tea for the scholars and visitors. <br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: The Courier Mail 25.5.1937 p. 23<a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article37039270" target="_blank"> http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article37039270</a> </span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1966 – Friday 20th May - Arbor Day on Bribie Is.</b> <br />A special Arbor Day tree planting ceremony was held on Friday 20th May when the 120 pupils of the school took part in planting many trees. The project was conducted in co-operation with the Caboolture Shire Council who supplied the trees. All were gum trees of different varieties. <br />This was the first stage of a plan to introduce koalas on a large scale to the southern part of Bribie Island. Caboolture Shire Councillor for the Island (Mr J. Rickman) said the idea followed the loss of much natural fauna in clearing of the scrub at Toorbul Point. The gum trees were planted in a cleared area near the water treatment works at Woorim. <br />Children were transported to the site after morning parade by bus and cars. Teachers at the school were encouraged by the obvious interest, by parents in this activity on Arbor Day. About forty adults (mainly parents of the school children) were present. The Head Teacher (Mr N.E. Adsett) planted the first tree. Later children in groups and their parents planted trees on the site. Jeanine Chialvo (a Grade 7 pupil) concluded the ceremony with a fitting address in which she referred to the days ahead when the koalas will live amongst the trees which the children had planted. <br />Source: Bribie Star 27 May 1966 v4(24) p. 3.</span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>1967 – Friday 19th May – Arbor Day.</b> <br />On Friday May 19 the children of the Bribie Island State School took part in Arbor Day activities. <br />They inspected the eucalypt trees planted last year as the beginning of a Koala Reserve and were pleased to note that most of the trees were growing. They then planted 120 trees further east of those already established. The Caboolture Shire Council cannot be too highly praised for its co-operation in this project. Trees were supplied and all holes dug, making the planting an easy and pleasant task. <br />Source: Bribie Star 9 Jun 1967 v.5(24) page 1.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tUD7dKWcIUB82UnarMfLi9Uxi3Kp3Fwly9VaWfadDFxGA5mcAJya-5Ygo3kQK39rl6sC4TyoJOLCaCOWf3EcUsGai0G2L_UJTIYhPd2rMiR0fDZG5kUsKNlnrhXPqHHjoCD8cTRiJXj9OOSRpROFy82boPeWU7cXZrf1LJDio9ZuxJSPG0uOwA/s345/Picture1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="345" data-original-width="238" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6tUD7dKWcIUB82UnarMfLi9Uxi3Kp3Fwly9VaWfadDFxGA5mcAJya-5Ygo3kQK39rl6sC4TyoJOLCaCOWf3EcUsGai0G2L_UJTIYhPd2rMiR0fDZG5kUsKNlnrhXPqHHjoCD8cTRiJXj9OOSRpROFy82boPeWU7cXZrf1LJDio9ZuxJSPG0uOwA/s320/Picture1.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>1990 Arbor Day on Bribie</b><br />500 trees planted in park and 100 on school ground<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: CT01 Cherly Thornely collection, BIHS historical database project</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Further Reading</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">First Arbour Day in Queensland. The Queenslander 9.8.1890 p.247 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20284974" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article20284974 </a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Arbor Day in Queensland. Brisbane Courier 29.4.1891 p.5 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article3525417" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article3525417</a></span></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-3370361101861755792022-06-04T16:33:00.001-07:002022-06-04T16:33:57.523-07:00Toorbul on Elimbah Creek<p><i> The following delightful letter was written in 1900 by 12 year old Essie for the "Children's Letter to Delphia" competition column in </i>The Queenslander<i>. Essie describes living at their house called "Elimbah" at the mouth of Elimbah Creek at Toorbul with her two older brothers and two older sisters.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Toorbul on Elimbah Creek (1900)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>By Essie</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dear Delphia - Seeing in the Queenslander that you have a letter competition, I am going to try and win one of the three prizes. I cannot tell you much about this district, as we only came to live here about two months ago <i>[Lawnton]</i>. But I am going to tell you a little about the district, which I have just left <i>[Toorbul]</i>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It is a very quiet place called Toorbul and is situated on the banks of the Elimbah Creek, and about 12 miles out of Caboolture. What makes Toorbul so quiet, is the people live so far apart from one another, the nearest neighbours being a mile away ; some of them being three and four miles away from each other. I do not know how Elimbah Creek got its name, but I think it was from the black people as I hear that Toorbul and Bribie Island had lots of them some years ago. Our house was called "Elimbah" because it is situated just on the mouth of the Elimbah Creek. Bribie Is. is just opposite our house, so we had a lovely view of it down the passage ; as the creek runs in such a strait sheet across to Bribie. It is called the "Passage."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was lovely to sit on the verandah and watch the waves rolling over one another. Mr. Bishop used to pass by our house in his cutter twice a week, we used to get frightened to see how his boat would lay over on her side, on a rough day. We were expecting every minute to see the water go over the side. Mr. Bishop brings oysters to Brisbane every week in his cutter from the oysters beds about here. I will tell you where the oyster beds are situated : Donney Brook, Ningi Creek, and Toorbul Point. There is also a Fish Company at Toorbul Point where they tin Schnapper, Bream, Jew Fish and Whiting, some of the latter they catch in the Elimbah Creek. The Sword-fish is very plentiful in the creek, and if you can catch them, and get their Sword, it makes a very pretty ornament. My sister has one a little over a foot long which she thinks a great deal of. On Bribie Island there is a nice lot of pretty shells, my brother went out for a sail and he brought me a few.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I was only once on Bribie Island : but my father and brothers used often to sail over in our boat. I could row it across the creek but my sister wouldn't let me go by myself very often. I have two brothers and two sisters, all older than myself. I am twelve years old and in third class. I go to the North Pine State School now.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">At Toorbul there is only a Provisional School and only one teacher. Just a while before we left Toorbul, we got a new teacher our old one "Mr. Ross" went to the war with the Third Contingent. We were all sorry when he left our school. We had about 4 miles to go to school, and we had to cross the creek every morning and night in a boat. Toorbul is a great place for wild flowers, all varieties being numerous. The trees that grew there being :- Gum, Tea Tree, and Cyprus Pine, and Waterfowl of all kinds are also very numerous in Summer, but they nearly all disappear in Winter.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Magpie and Butcher bird are very common up there. Dear Delphia, I must tell you a little about a butcher bird my brother caught. He got it when it was quite young, and we fed it on bread and worms, and he became quite tame, and learned to talk. He was very fond of milk, and would stretch his neck to look into the cups for some. I had a little wide necked bottle which I used to fill with milk for him, and he used to go to it whenever he wanted a drink. But I am sorry to tell you that one of the horses tramped on him and killed him. He used to get into the horse's box and somehow or other we found him dead, and we think the horse must have killed him.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">My father keeps a lot of cows but only a few are milking, my brother and sister milks them. I am learning to milk. I milk one cow. We made butter when we were living at Toorbul, but we sell our milk down here and I can tell you I miss my drink of butter milk.</span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Essie,</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lawnton, June 18th 1900</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Dear Delphia, this is the first time I have written to you, next I hope to tell you about this district. I forgot to tell you that we are having a concert and Arbor day Picnic on the 29th of this month. I think I have made my letter long enough so will conclude with love from ESSIE</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfcyw8Ve189TmgaqEEJ6Kf3i0SYqOJk00Vlsd7lK3EFoRe1idDvuILR22U8PfJiDuCaCJZ8OPwbQ0HyiQUNLrYmZnTHEfiWZOfNhSR1C_YZnlibmw32DadiKC-LwTLbftHZxOB1U8P7u87t6wzoc0q3MCaOpKiDn_5XkOyMxFyDS1mRiJ-5tP4Q/s510/Screenshot%202022-05-12%20095331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="510" height="172" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfcyw8Ve189TmgaqEEJ6Kf3i0SYqOJk00Vlsd7lK3EFoRe1idDvuILR22U8PfJiDuCaCJZ8OPwbQ0HyiQUNLrYmZnTHEfiWZOfNhSR1C_YZnlibmw32DadiKC-LwTLbftHZxOB1U8P7u87t6wzoc0q3MCaOpKiDn_5XkOyMxFyDS1mRiJ-5tP4Q/s320/Screenshot%202022-05-12%20095331.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><p></p><p><b>REFERENCE</b></p><p>Children's Letter to Delphia, written by Essie of 'Elimbah', Elimbah Creek, Toorbul.<br />The Queenslander, 30.6.1900 p. 1215 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18551204" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18551204</a></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-70744986589818078752022-04-19T14:26:00.005-07:002022-04-19T14:27:11.528-07:00Summer trip 1939<p><i>The following article from the 19 January 1939 issue of </i>The Birmingham Post<i> gives a glimpse of Bribie Island as seen through the eyes of visitors from Europe.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Australian Island. Summer trip out from Brisbane (1939)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>by E.H.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A three hours' sail from Brisbane, eleven miles down the river, then round the corner and up North across the calm waters of Moreton Bay for sixteen miles, will bring you to Bribie Island. Here the 115 inhabitants fish a little, garden a bit, gossip a great deal, chop wood for their fires, eat simple food and sleep the sleep of the carefree. The great event of the week is the arrival of a ship from Brisbane on Thursdays and Saturdays, bringing supplies of meat, vegetables, fruit and newspapers.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrSvtyUMxCderoJpd1xj9OOfEBgem7qkDepoLxk-2eo0iRlHVfal6Ha8teCETiFtEn5OfTeZdwo4L5JgJGfqqsM8iDvcod9f7fn2rymly7MJSyY5FlTkYrD-RIOotxc-AEyc98kg3ZgS_CjHYLpMmhfOyjUlfetjgHrIomR-zLKIUVQnMMZSjiw/s495/Screenshot%202022-04-17%20092300.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="495" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkrSvtyUMxCderoJpd1xj9OOfEBgem7qkDepoLxk-2eo0iRlHVfal6Ha8teCETiFtEn5OfTeZdwo4L5JgJGfqqsM8iDvcod9f7fn2rymly7MJSyY5FlTkYrD-RIOotxc-AEyc98kg3ZgS_CjHYLpMmhfOyjUlfetjgHrIomR-zLKIUVQnMMZSjiw/s320/Screenshot%202022-04-17%20092300.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Australian Island. Summer trip out from Brisbane. By E.H.<br />The Birmingham Post, 19.1.1939, p. 15.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">There they all are collected on the short broad jetty to watch our arrival - skinny brown fisherman in grey flannel shirts and short trousers; elderly matrons in cotton frocks and aprons; a dozen or so oldest inhabitants with sticks or crutches; one or two jolly-looking, middle-aged, shapeless half-caste women in gay old-fashioned European dress; fourteen thin bright-faced boys and girls, hatless and wearing as little as possible; and all the Bribie dogs getting in everybody's way. A dilapidated cart with an ancient horse attached to the shafts with a stout rope takes our luggage; and we go on a tour of inspection.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">There is not an elegant building on the island; just half a dozen little stores and a handful of wooden cottages built anywhere, without path, road or fence to mark them off. Along the shore just above the sandy beach we discover a white cottage which is just what we want; four white steps leading up to the front veranda, a hall with a little bedroom on each side, and at the back of the house a long room with one side all windows.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every morning we awake to the sound of waves, the sighing of the breese in the tall pines and the soft rustling of the grass and the wattles that rise from the bracken and turf along the shore. Then from the bush behind the cottage comes the call of the magpie, tender, long and low, and the wild joyful song of the butcher-bird.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">All round the house a little army of scavengers awaits the end of our meal. As we throw out scraps of bread, eggshells, apple-peelings there is a cloud of white and black wings as the white ducks, the big drake with his little black cap, the black hens, an array of chickens and one solitary duckling try to get there first.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Three Miles Across</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Along the shore are a dozen or so cottages. From their chimneys smoke is rising, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of burning cypress pine. Along the sandy beach white, fawn and black and white cows are slowly wandering, stopping here and there to eat the salt green weed. When the tide is high and the creek joins the sea, they wade across up to their necks with placid nonchalance.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">From the shore white herons search for their morning meal, seagulls call, and in the water porpoises play. Boats are out in the bay, and from them quiet fisherman cast their nets or fling their lines for bream, whiting, flathead, mullet and tailor. In this crisp air with a keen west wind, the walk right across the island seems nothing at all. Twenty miles by three, it is carpeted with bracken, now half green, half gold. Slender shea-oaks have their autumn coat, and sway copper-tinted against the blue sky. There is the dark green of the great Moreton Bay figs, the grey green of the wattle with its golden tassels, the tender green of the feathery black wattle with its bright golden balls of fluff, the gums with tips of gold, scarlet and crimson, the flowering shrubs, white jasmine, yellow broom, lavender sarsparilla and everywhere the slender cypress-pine, whose scent reaches you as soon as you land on Bribie.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Enclosed in a circle of bush we came across wide plains covered with purple and white heath, pink boronia and golden broom. Here the pewit calls, the tit chirrups, and undisturbed the eagles rear their eaglets in nests of stick and bramble. Along the ocean beach on the other side of the island lie wild lonely lagoons on whose calm surface blue and orange water lilies float. Here flourish wild duck, white and grey heron, black swan and greedy cormorant.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As we return through the bush we come across one of those lonely encampments of which there are thousands in Southern Queensland. A shack built of old pieces of wood and tin with a roof of bark stands in a little clearing, dwarfed by great Moreton Bay figs, pines and gums. From the rickety chimney the smoke of the cypress-pine fire is rising. In a hutch is one white Angora rabbit; in another one black hen. A tiny black and white puppy is straining at his rope, and a tortoiseshell cat dozes near him. A very old horse grazes close at hand, and a short distance away a red cow and her tiny calf crop the short grass. An old, old man with one leg emerges from the hut and smiles at us, bidding us a cheerful "Good-day". </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>REFERENCE</b></span></p><p>Australian Island. Summer trip out from Brisbane. by E.H.<br />The Birmingham Post, 19.1.1939 p. 15<br />[copy purchased from <a href="https://www.bl.uk/on-demand#" target="_blank">British Library On Demand service</a>]</p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-85403371695303349452022-03-22T23:57:00.003-07:002022-03-27T14:58:35.644-07:00Donnybrook Pumicestone Passage<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><i> The village of Donnybrook on Pumicestone Passage is noted as a fishing spot. The following article from 1939 paints a picture of what is was like over 80 years ago.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Do you know where Donnybrook is? (1939)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">written and illustrated by Roy Parkinson</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">If you take up a map of Moreton Bay, turn to the northern end, and follow up the Bribie Passages towards Caloundra to Goat Island - easier with the pencil point than with a boat, since the shoals come thick and fast - you will notice that here the channel divides, and on the left-hand stream a little spot is labelled Donnybrook, or according to some charts, Bribie View.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The best way of getting to this place from Brisbane is to go by car to Beerburrum, there to turn off for the nine miles of bush track which leads direct to it. There is another road from Caboolture, but as residents of Donnybrook speak of it as "the bog," the conclusion is obvious.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;">The track from Beerburrum is quite good, and a pleasant surprise awaits the traveller at the end of it, for a quaintly attractive little place is found, typifying the fishing villages as described so graphically by Vance Palmer in "The Passage."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Donnybrook consists of about five tiny cottages and a kiosk, and the be-all and end-all of life is Fishing. The capital "F" is very necessary. At one end the Dux fleet of boats operates, and a quarter of a mile away the Benson navy rules the waves. Willie Benson, a bright lad of 14 who knows the channels as he knows the palm of his hand, and steers a boat with his eyes shut, has only once been up to Brisbane and wouldn't feel in the least put out if he never came again! At week-ends, when visiting anglers arrive, upwards of 50 boats may be scattered over the channel. After a day's fishing the correct thing to do is to repair to the kiosk for scones and strawberry jam!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHImNrjXffDxWzlSENtzwACiOlWvKWBos9SPURgtg925NdItE3rgTafSETk43N3wpSIKFNtKSk-qx-CcUeVdB-NjtlCmKAr8IHbkIJSb8FsyYNWGKR3_plPMor0I1yCI1FkVuV9K5rfpFrQ3ENyAmx7HN5fP4n-EsiaxxC0GmGTWFtUL5jcwfHg/s723/Screenshot%202022-03-23%20162719.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="723" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHImNrjXffDxWzlSENtzwACiOlWvKWBos9SPURgtg925NdItE3rgTafSETk43N3wpSIKFNtKSk-qx-CcUeVdB-NjtlCmKAr8IHbkIJSb8FsyYNWGKR3_plPMor0I1yCI1FkVuV9K5rfpFrQ3ENyAmx7HN5fP4n-EsiaxxC0GmGTWFtUL5jcwfHg/s320/Screenshot%202022-03-23%20162719.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Donnybrook - "A cleared and grassy area crowns <br />a high point of land overlooking the water..."<br /><i>illustration and description by Roy Parkinson</i><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">source: Courier Mail 26.8.1939 p. 9</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of overnight accommodation for visitors there is none at all, and even supplies of bread, milk, and other necessaries should be arranged for at Caboolture. Mail arrives twice weekly, on Wednesdays and on Saturdays. It is little more than 50 miles from Brisbane.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">A cleared and grassy area crowns a high point of land overlookint the water, and makes a capital location on which to pitch a tent or park a caravan. This is kept spotlessly clean, and a high belt of trees behind shelters it from the westerlies; it would be hard to find a pleasanter spot for a few days' camp. provided you are content to dream the time away in idleness or to spend the days fishing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the bush behind Donnybrook kangaroos, wallabies, and dingoes are plentiful, and foxes are often hear; even emus, I have been told, come close in sometimes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On the edge of the water bird life reigns - weird croaks and cries rise from the flats where ibises, herons, and curlews poke about in the weedy sand, and an odd jabiru stalks with dignified air among the smaller fry, hawks rise the air-currents over head.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">As the sun sinks over towards the peaks of the Glass House Mountains an owl hoots plaintively and monotonously "mo-poke, mo-poke," and the peace of night falls gently on the little settlement. Here man lives at one with nature - to bed with the sun, up at daybreak.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>ACKNOWLEDGEMENT</b></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>Do you know where Donnybrook is?</b> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">by Roy Parkinson</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">source: <i>Courier Mail</i> 26.8.1939 p.9 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article40830048" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article40830048</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><b><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">FURTHER INFORMATION</span></b></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Willie Benson, a lad of 14 (referred in the above article) was a younger brother of Reg Benson.<br />Reg was one of the local men <i>who answered the call </i>to serve in 1942. <b>See R C Benson QX61294 </b><a href="http://bribieislandhistory.blogspot.com/2018/09/r-c-benson-qx61294.html" target="_blank">http://bribieislandhistory.blogspot.com/2018/09/r-c-benson-qx61294.html</a></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b>FURTHER READING</b></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">> Bribie View (Donnybrook)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">The first motor trip of the season to Bribie View ... this is becoming quite a favourite resort for fishing parties from Brisbane and Caboolture. An enjoyable time was spent by the excursionists.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">source: Brisbane Courier 3.10.1924 p.19 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article22867955" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article22867955</a></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">> Donnybrook (Qld.) - photos on Moreton Bay Region Libraries Our Story website</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><a href="https://ourstory.moretonbay.qld.gov.au/nodes/view/18573" target="_blank">https://ourstory.moretonbay.qld.gov.au/nodes/view/18573</a></span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">> Donnybrook</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><a href="https://queenslandplaces.com.au/donnybrook" target="_blank">https://queenslandplaces.com.au/donnybrook</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">> Wikipedia entry for Donnybrook, Queensland</span></div><div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donnybrook,_Queensland" target="_blank">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donnybrook,_Queensland</a></span></div></div></div></div>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-46935767778641713652022-02-25T20:49:00.011-08:002022-02-27T21:20:45.750-08:00Oldest building<p><span><span style="font-family: verdana;">An old weatherboard building in Banya Street is believed to be the oldest building still extant on Bribie Island. This building had several incarnations before it was located on Bribie Island. The building was officially dedicated as a Methodist Church on 28 December 1930 by Rev. A.A. Mills.</span></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJSa0A-TjwTfasywJZ7qT6PYftPocD3G5w1EG_SeIEhEEB6PJCTxLjp3mMstHZlrj5pdonc1l9u0cgzuiT4ssSv8-7ZicUyRoHJn9WnbZUSqmWI4YBjFa4rkNYbusFdmofRUS6AodrVaMo7qaUKPBplu1cgefmUXc_W-avBVgHdiOWt0qOYgZujA=s320" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="307" data-original-width="320" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJSa0A-TjwTfasywJZ7qT6PYftPocD3G5w1EG_SeIEhEEB6PJCTxLjp3mMstHZlrj5pdonc1l9u0cgzuiT4ssSv8-7ZicUyRoHJn9WnbZUSqmWI4YBjFa4rkNYbusFdmofRUS6AodrVaMo7qaUKPBplu1cgefmUXc_W-avBVgHdiOWt0qOYgZujA=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Methodist Church, Banya Street. <br />Photo circa 1980<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo: Viv Tucker</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The first couple to be married in the Methodist Church in Banya Street on 26th January 1931 were Eddie Moyle and Mavis Shields.</span></span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdX-luMNPLms--xK3YQsgMQNv38h6yc3zMVf1qMdYcyNqKn2xvVm7v06q6oa9PEnU1IUQ239JccI0GwIrtkRfyfe5HHu3rjBwXPK0SGr-tyN9posKu9Em8qNqF4obmfOYalimBbh2t681Gy-EPYna7To0MkIgYxe3gx1yJSPDpDp2TexPaOusp7Q=s1260" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="1260" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhdX-luMNPLms--xK3YQsgMQNv38h6yc3zMVf1qMdYcyNqKn2xvVm7v06q6oa9PEnU1IUQ239JccI0GwIrtkRfyfe5HHu3rjBwXPK0SGr-tyN9posKu9Em8qNqF4obmfOYalimBbh2t681Gy-EPYna7To0MkIgYxe3gx1yJSPDpDp2TexPaOusp7Q=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Newly-weds Edwin and Mavis Moyle and well-wishers<br />walking along Banya street, 26 January 1931<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo: Moyle Family collection</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4phCbibcG4Wgda2BcBHcyzQSEBEdVfOnE70pgeXEGiGQ-tpKHlQxi5xDg8Xtt9DX7eaWpg8aPBKzS9wqsfOly7ewcnSkc-Yby_1JLSqO9AznPx6Xe3iepoF4Qd5k7UzfFCHdExJlpF0hQnjqGnXeLoDSxTHMeCGkXpBKxUGztfrYyc67KIez4Kg=s320" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4phCbibcG4Wgda2BcBHcyzQSEBEdVfOnE70pgeXEGiGQ-tpKHlQxi5xDg8Xtt9DX7eaWpg8aPBKzS9wqsfOly7ewcnSkc-Yby_1JLSqO9AznPx6Xe3iepoF4Qd5k7UzfFCHdExJlpF0hQnjqGnXeLoDSxTHMeCGkXpBKxUGztfrYyc67KIez4Kg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oldest building on Bribie Island.<br />original building 34' x 18'6", hardwood boards post pit-saw age, <br />wood could be over 400 years old.<br />Photo 2017.<br />Photo: Viv Tucker</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS<br /></b><i>Thank you to Trevor Sutton for sharing his Moyle family photographs and story. Also thanks to Viv Tucker for photos of the building and his 2017 write-up "From Enoggera to Bribie Island : first Deception Bay School 1892-1905",</i></span></p><p></p><p><b>FURTHER READING<br /></b><b>Moyle's Guest House at the Jetty 1925-1952<br /></b><a href="https://www.bribiehistoricalsociety.org.au/records/moyle's-guest-house-at-the-jetty" target="_blank">https://www.bribiehistoricalsociety.org.au/records/moyle's-guest-house-at-the-jetty</a></p><p><b>Methodist Church [Bribie Island] officially opened. </b><br />The Brisbane Courier 3.1.1931 p. 5 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21656809" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21656809</a></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122202599663003536.post-18086149893118922002022-01-17T17:48:00.002-08:002022-01-17T19:17:49.811-08:001919 Holiday at Bribie<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b> 1919 First two weeks of January</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Holiday at Bribie</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">On Wednesday 1 January 1919, Elsie Jones (19) and her aunt Ivy Campbell (21) were staying at Toorbul and went across to Bribie Island to see the <i>Beaver</i> arrive and wave goodbye to one particular passenger returning to Brisbane. These details are recounted by Elsie in her diary which has been kindly shared with BIHS by her family.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">For Elsie and Ivy, 1st January was a public holiday known as <i>Commonwealth Day</i>. They had travelled from Brisbane to Toorbul on the previous day and may have attended the concert that was held on Bribie on New Year's Eve.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">The concert on Bribie had been arranged by a committee comprising Messrs. R. Davies, H. McLeure, T. Marshall, T. Carberry, F. Brockley and P. Daunt (chairman) and Miss Ackworth (pianist), for the benefit of the Ambulance Brigade and the St John's Ambulance. A newspaper article reported that 400 people attended the concert, the majority of whom were campers staying on Bribie Island for the holidays.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>QUEENIE JONES DIARY 1919 </i><i>JANUARY</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>1 WEDNESDAY Commonwealth Day – Public Holiday</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Ivy & I landed at Toorbul yesterday. All of us went over to Bribie in motorboat in morning to see the “Beaver” in, & to see Pte. Davis off. In afternoon Ivy & I took books up into a tree on the beach – scrumptious. Then had a yarn (revelations) to Miss Shepherd, & came to bed straight after tea. Scrummy day!</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>2 THURSDAY</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Went over to Bribie again today. Met Mrs. Dickson & had lunch there. In afternoon, Ivy & I went up into tree on beach & wrote poetry! People next door put telescope on us & also camera. Miss Shep., Ivy & I walked on jetty at night.</i></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>3 FRIDAY</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>In morning, Miss Shep., Jack S., Ivy & I fished out in rowing boat, then in afternoon, we three girls drove over to a fruit farm, had tea & bought fruit. Slept & read for a few hours at midday & had a walk on jetty at night.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>4 SATURDAY</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>All the party of us went up the Channel about twelve miles, had lunch on Bribie, stayed a few hours & came home about 4.30 p.m.. Read till night. Got a letter from Mum.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>5 SUNDAY</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Went over to Bribie again, & then read all afternoon.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>6 MONDAY</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>A party of us all went up to Caloundra by motor boat (30 miles). Had a lovely walk along beach, collected shells, climbed rocks, etc.. At night slept in a tent, cows walked on us, etc.. Heavenly day.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>7 TUESDAY</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Went up to Mrs. King’s Boarding House & met Mrs. Dickson & Oliver & spent morning on cliffs with them. Came back from Caloundra in afternoon in boat. I wrote a letter. Pte. Davis came back.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><div>8 WEDNESDAY</div><div>We three sat in tree on beach in morning & talked. In afternoon we read & talked to Alick (Pte. D. I mean!). At night he played accordion & then gramophone to us. I got a home letter.</div><div><br /></div><div>9 THURSDAY</div><div>Looked through Cottage in morning. Then all went over to Bribie in launch, & met Mrs. Jubb there. Doctors went home! We read all the afternoon & had an argument at night – Miss. Shep. v. Alick Davis.</div><div><br /></div><div>10 FRIDAY</div><div>Read all the morning, and Ivy slept. In afternoon the three of us took a walk into the bush and read. Then had a bonser bathe. Had a walk & some music at night.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiY6pO7UYES9_YfVIoyTl6QO1L040EC9iWebFDrVRKOvjqYOC8FHsgyx6dqmRvwq2rE_uAh4qvg8qarakQCYZWGzGXumc-T0X0JgIDXtugEHpxoApj07mAlIgyI51v4Z0gXFcHtUlWsjiw2invIvXdxgHVfX6oB2Boh1F2rLu2NM5hFmAHQ-PDSvw=s609" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiY6pO7UYES9_YfVIoyTl6QO1L040EC9iWebFDrVRKOvjqYOC8FHsgyx6dqmRvwq2rE_uAh4qvg8qarakQCYZWGzGXumc-T0X0JgIDXtugEHpxoApj07mAlIgyI51v4Z0gXFcHtUlWsjiw2invIvXdxgHVfX6oB2Boh1F2rLu2NM5hFmAHQ-PDSvw=s320" width="235" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"Bonser" bathing belles</i> - Elsie and Ivy<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo from Jones Family collection.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>11 SATURDAY</div><div>Read a whole book this morning – “Delphina”. In afternoon, Miss Shep, Ivy & I drove about six miles & went to see Mrs. Hill & son. Got home about dark. Moonlight on jetty!</div><div><br /></div><div>12 SUNDAY</div><div>Saw Miss Shep. off at Bribie. At night, sat on jetty, then Alick told us his WAR experiences.</div><div><br /></div><div>13 MONDAY</div><div>All went round Skirmish Point on Bribie per launch for picnic. Then Mr. Bar., Mrs. Bick (?), Alick, Ivy & I had a four miles walk round beach. Had a glorious time. Ivy & I had walk on jetty at night, tide in & moonlight, then a talk on verandah.</div><div><br /></div><div>14 TUESDAY</div><div>Packed in morning & Mr. Davis brought us over to “Koopa”, where we met Harold B. who took us up ‘aloft’. Met Spurgins at Redcliffe & all came home together. A storm & she rocked some! Lost luggage, & I came home on 8 train & waited for Ivy till 10 p.m..</div></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyc_qFXJrqrF_REeKjk3XKq6XkFD2_3ofaBHcDvTjakiVF8CuAuCS_yjOonUsYjvFZaTX6Seu82fgeGdw_hLdH0CQMiOqRQ_VPfoPgvNIv18IdQnkwuh9TDCfI-FjV8_mfSKFN8ubeTG8TQTwo33613JyQBtJ8exoM3DCxFlNXrWovE1DzEtjx_Q=s561" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="561" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyc_qFXJrqrF_REeKjk3XKq6XkFD2_3ofaBHcDvTjakiVF8CuAuCS_yjOonUsYjvFZaTX6Seu82fgeGdw_hLdH0CQMiOqRQ_VPfoPgvNIv18IdQnkwuh9TDCfI-FjV8_mfSKFN8ubeTG8TQTwo33613JyQBtJ8exoM3DCxFlNXrWovE1DzEtjx_Q=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elsie 'Queenie' Jones at Toorbul Point, 1919<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo from Jones Family collection.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPEc4dYJt___eZyE9kJwXCg487W98zLJI-W8UhnaG-Qozf31sss1q6v20_XvHs4WJwYPHalVo2kxq6Hxvbale-YLKEtZlCyb-pBjixVZFfzMvNsTEIywohh55fmBtfGJhYeKguU722cKMwTQwbzDwckUss_B5_M2QQjo6aXqtXTZiXX_BP18YRmg=s584" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="584" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPEc4dYJt___eZyE9kJwXCg487W98zLJI-W8UhnaG-Qozf31sss1q6v20_XvHs4WJwYPHalVo2kxq6Hxvbale-YLKEtZlCyb-pBjixVZFfzMvNsTEIywohh55fmBtfGJhYeKguU722cKMwTQwbzDwckUss_B5_M2QQjo6aXqtXTZiXX_BP18YRmg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ivy Campbell on holiday at Toorbul Point, 1919<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo from Jones Family collection.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>ACKNOWLEDGEMENT</b></p><p>We thank Claire Wilson and the Jones family for allowing the use of diary entries and their photos.</p><p><br /></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>REFERENCES</b></p><p><b>The Holiday at Bribie. Concert for Ambulance Funds.</b> <br />The Telegraph (Brisbane) Sat 4 Jan 1919 p.2 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article176307074" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article176307074</a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: x-small;">A very enjoyable time has been spent by the campers at Bribie Island, and through the energy of a committee comprising Messrs. R. Davies, H. McLeure, T. Marshall, T. Carberry, F. Brockley and P. Daunt (chairman) and Miss Ackworth (pianist), a concert was held on Tuesday 31st December from the veranda of Mr Leeder's house, for the benefit of the Ambulance Brigade and the St. John's Ambulance. The audience numbered about 400 people. Mr Leeder was kind enough to place at the disposal of the committee his piano and house, and also donated a Christmas cake and 6 dozen oysters, to be disposed of.... </span></p><p>Jones, Queenie (Elsie Llewella) & Cook, Margaret & Pullar, Helen (2005). <b>Queenie's diary : a schoolgirl's life : 1914-1915</b>. Agneau Press, Bellbird Park, Qld.<br /><a href="https://trove.nla.gov.au/work/14798005?keyword=%22queenie%27s%20diary%22" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">https://trove.nla.gov.au/work/14798005?keyword=%22queenie%27s%20diary%22</span></a></p><p><b>FURTHER READING</b></p><p><b>1919 Bribie Island -- The Rising Resort</b><br /><a href="http://bribieislandhistory.blogspot.com/2022/01/1919bribieislandtherisingresort.html" target="_blank">http://bribieislandhistory.blogspot.com/2022/01/1919bribieislandtherisingresort.html</a></p><p><b>The Apiary.<br /></b>Brisbane Courier 31.10.1914 p.13 <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19993020" target="_blank">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article19993020</a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: small;">Mr H.L. Jones presided at a committee meeting of the Queensland Beekeepers' Association ... A communication was received from Mr A.N.J. Hill [Toorbul] ... "... the best friend of the orchardist - the bees" ...</span></p>BIHShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04623508406552057103noreply@blogger.com0