Nostalgia by Neil Groom

Cover "The Sunday Mail
- Nostalgia Book" 1986

The following article by Neil Groom is a wonderful description of a trip through Moreton Bay on the steamship Koopa.  What an exciting prospect it would have been for Brisbanites - young and old alike! 

A super day on the bay aboard the Koopa

Neil Groom

Nostalgia column, The Sunday Mail, circa 1983.

From "The Sunday Mail - Nostalgia Book, 1986, p. 26-28.

The first tremor of the deck sparked a surge of excitement that sent shivers up the back.  

To confirm the wondrous feeling, eddies swirled from the ship's stern to wash with a splashing sound around the barnacle-crusted piles of the Petrie Bight wharf.  This tingling start of the trip was the joyful start of a day in the bay for the boys and girls of Brisbane — adults, too, when the good ship Koopa steamed to Redcliffe and Bribie Island.

To the young'uns particularly, a Koopa trip held as much wonder as a space age launch of today. The Koopa, in her prime days, was termed "the queen of Moreton Bay".

Her reign began in 1912 when the 416-tonne ship, specially built in Scotland for the Moreton Bay excursion trade, arrived in Brisbane after a lumpy trip from Leigh.  Koopa — Aboriginal for "flying fish"— had a rousing welcome from Brisbane, and the owners, the Brisbane Tug and Steamship Company, established a Brisbane-Redcliffe-Bribie Island run. The ship could accommodate 1600 people, and the joys of a Koopa day on the bay would still be remembered by the senior citizens.

The Koopa left from Petrie Bight. It called at Redcliffe jetty, and then cut across to Bribie Island. It was a regular attraction for the Redcliffe and Bribie folk who invariably turned out in hundreds to watch the ship berth.

Being the sole link with Bribie, the Koopa usually carried a homely collection of holidaying families and their luggage.

One of my clearest recollections about the Koopa was leading the family dog — a noted brawler up the gangplank, and being detailed to tether him in a starboard corner, well away from other aggressive hounds.

The first shivers of excitement for the young'uns would come when Captain J.S. Johnston would take station on deck, supervising the casting off procedure.  Lines would drop into the water as they slipped the bollards, the gangplank would be shipped with a rumble, Captain Johnston, in white uniform and a peaked cap of authority, would disappear to the wheelhouse.  There would be a distant jangle of engine room telegraph bells. Smoke would stream from the funnels. Then that breathtaking tremor of the deck, and the swirl from the stern.

ship Koopa
Source: Groom, 1986, p. 27

And Look! The ship is actually moving! Boy! Here we go on the grand bay adventure. The Koopa was off and away.

Mums would hurriedly stock take on kids, making sure none were still on the wharf, or in the wake of the ship. Some dads would make a navigational estimate of when the ship would pass the Hamilton Cold Stores, for at this point the bar would open.

Then the Koopa would steam downriver, past New Farm and Bulimba, down the Hamilton Reach. A bit of a pong at the abattoirs at Colmslie, and past Luggage Point everyone would gasp "Whew!" and ladies would apply the cologne-dabbed hanky to noses.

Out in the bay it was the high seas. Shrieks as spray spattered over the bows and the folk clustered at the sharp end. Maybe the ship would roll a trifle as a sea lifted the stern. More shrieks.

Timetable for Koopa
Exhibition Week 1947
Source: WMHS newsletter
no. 62 May 2014 p. 4-5.

At Redcliffe, there were more jangling bells from the engine room. The ship shuddered as the screw went astern, a surge of foam fanning out and jellyfish turning over in the whiteness.

On to Bribie where the jetty had a great, heavy trolley on rails for baggage. People, hanging desperately on to straining dogs, would be towed down the gangplank, sometimes headlong. Dads and mums would stagger on their way to holiday houses, suitcases dragging at their arms.  Day trippers would fan out for their couple of hours of fun.

This was the Koopa picture from 1912 until 1942 when the old lady of the bay was called up for World War II service.  She served as a mother ship for patrol boats along the northern coasts of Papua New Guinea. While being fitted out for this task, Brisbane was agog with rumors that the old lady was being prepared as General MacArthur's secret weapon in a fearsome assault on the Japanese.

The old Koopa returned to civvy life in 1945, but her time was running out. She made her last bay trip in May, 1953, and the old girl finished as scrap iron on a Myrtletown mud flat.

She brought a lot of pleasure to Brisbane in her long career. Trips, staff picnics, all fun occasions. To small boys and girls she was a wonder ... a real, live, noisy, exciting engine room for all to see. And an impressive real, live captain on the bridge.  Waves, jellyfish, seagulls, the thud of waves on the bow, the boiling wake. Wow! What a day!

References: 
Groom, Neil (1986) A super day on the bay aboard the Koopa. In: "The Sunday Mail - Nostalgia Book" by Neil Groom, with contributions by Ken Blanch. 1986. p.26-28.
ISBN 0 949381 07 1

Wynnum Manly Historical Society Inc. (WMHS) Newsletter no. 62 May 2014 pages 4-5
http://www.wmhs.org.au/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/2014_May.pdf

Nostalgia - Trip to Bribie by Ken Blanch 1988

Nostalgia

When a trip to Bribie Island was a big adventure by sea

By Ken Blanch

Published in The Sunday Mail Magazine, Sep 11, 1988, page 37.

Today [1988] a visit to Bribie Island is little more than a comfortable suburban run north from Brisbane; but 25 years ago [1963] a Bribie outing was an adventure.

Those were the days before bitumen roads and a bridge, when access to the quiet, bushland Moreton Bay island was by cruise boat from Brisbane or barge from Toorbul Point.

You had to be a real Bribie-lover to make the trip in those days.

Back in the 1950s you could still go by the old steamship Koopa, which took about three hours - including a stop at the Redcliffe Jetty if the weather permitted.

Published in The Sunday Mail Magazine, Sep 11, 1988, page 37

The Koopa, with its outmoded, smoke-belching coal furnaces, could fill your eyes with cinders and blacken you crisp summer clothes when the wind was contrary.

But she was an institution beloved by Brisbaneites and most other Queenslanders who knew her, and there was hardly a dry eye among Bribie addicts when they took her off the island run.

Who could forget the old steamer's grand staircase, leading to the saloon where cool salads were available in summer and hot snacks of soup and stews in winter?

Then there was the homely old weatherboard kiosk that stood by the island jetty, where you could sit down to strong tea and a home-cooked square meal before tackling the bone-shaking trip across the unsealed road to the surf side.

The cross-island journey was made on the back of a truck fitted with hard wooden seats, and covered by a galvanised iron canopy. Dust swirled around you in dense clouds, and, if it rained, you got wet. But, despite those small discomforts, a trip to Bribie was fun.

All that changed dramatically 25 years ago [1963] when a bridge was built across Pumicestone Passage and overnight Bribie was no longer either an island or remote. Sealed roads and endless streets of houses and businesses are now the order where peace and solitude once reigned.

In the old days you really wanted to go to Bribie. Now people do it without a second thought.

Anyhow, resident Bribie Nostalger Denny Field tells me the silver anniversary of the bridge that changed all that will be celebrated with the island's biggest carnival from October 5 to 10 this year [1988].  The festivities start on Wednesday, October 5 [1988], with a wine festival.  There are a celebrity golf event and a beer fest on October 7 [1988].  And the big week-end starts with aquatic events, birdman contest, Freeps concert, race meeting, fireworks, disco and ball on the Saturday.

Festivities on the Sunday provide the whole works from recovery breakfast through a bridge opening re-enactment, procession, raft race and Wickety Wak floor shows to a rock 'n' roll concert. And there's more on the following and final day.

A far cry from the trip a Sunday Mail colleague made by barge from Toorbul Point in 1955 when she wrote about getting mudbound for one and a half hours before she reached "Bribie Island, picturesque, its deep waters full of fish, its sloping beaches looking across to the dramatic contours of the Glass House Mountains, which should be an asset to Queensland".

They were talking about building a bridge in those days; but, then, they had been talking about building a bridge for 40 years, hadn't they?

"In the meantime," our intrepid reporter wrote, "the emus chase the visitors, the barge gets stuck in the mud, the old man kangaroos come and nibble in your backyard of an early morning and the road across the island does its best to dislocate your spine."

I hope all those revellers at the silver anniversary celebrations spare a minute or two to think about that.

Ken Blanch

For information about writer Ken Blanch

http://www.jacksim.com.au/ken-blanch.html 

http://www.couriermail.com.au/questnews/southeast/crime-writer-ken-blanch-remembers-the-young-men-who-fought-at-the-battle-of-long-tan-ahead-of-vietnam-veterans-day/news-story/17f47f8e637dbd0a3925ee3b24ebefc3