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25.01.2022 BLOOMING WREATH FLOWERS The Mullewa Visitor Centre is very happy to report the iconic wreath flowers are now blooming. "They were a bit slower this year bec...ause we've had a really cold winter but there's still hundreds out there and they look really good," Holly Freeman from the Community Resource Centre said. "We get them out at the Pindar-Beringara Rd but we do encourage people if they're coming out to Mullewa to see them pop into the visitor centre first and we'll give you a map and really good directions where to find them." Mullewa Visitor Centre

23.01.2022 Perfect place to visit Dalwallinu WA

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21.01.2022 Dad wrote many stories about his life on foolscap paper on his trusted typewriter. When I saw them, he had added bits in any space that he could find on the page (handwritten). I took these off him and typed them all into my PC and in his later 80’s bought him a PC so that he could edit them himself. I have just looked at all of the titles and extracted parts from 2 of them that included Dalwallinu. The telegraphy bit was interesting I feel as it describes a bit about what wa...Continue reading

21.01.2022 Can anyone help with information for this Chap. If you post it on here , we can get it sent to him Thanks Sue McCreery Brockman... Dear Historic Society I’m looking into my farther’s family, Antony Theodore Crow was born Dalwallinu hospital 3 November 1934 to Emily Prinsep Brockman (farther unknown) and died in Perth 12/02/1970. He birth name is suppressed and i have applied to have this released. They have advised that due to low resources this can take years. Dad attended Dalwallinu school. We know he lived in the area for 8-10 years with Emily’s parents. Emily’s parents are Peter Spicer Brockman (3/10/1874 to 13/05/1944) and Carlotta Louisa Prinsep (17/06/1869 to 24/09/1960). Dad boarded in Dalwallinu with two elderly ladies during his school years - approximately from 1940 until Emily marries (1942 ish). Peter Brockman owned a small farm in Buntine. Emily did not have custody of her Antony until roughly 1940 (ish) when she married David John Crow (16/11/1909-25/06/1970). Dad changed his surname and died as Antony Theodore Crow - alas we cant find the record of this change in name - though I haven’t yet given up. I was surprised to not see the Prinsep Brockman name on your list of historic families. Especially has this family and their connection to the Bussell’s is high. I was only 2 when my dad died, sadly his mother, Emily was not keen to reveal information about his dad. We do have a name, but no real link so i will not provide this at the moment. We do know my natural grandfather was a local to the are - or at least that is what the family story is. I’m really hoping you might have school records for my dad? Perhaps even photo’s or even know who he boarded with ? Regards Fleur Crowe NB: yes my surname has a spelling error, the e was added when i was born 0427718448 PO Box 245 Parap, NT 0804 -- Mobile +61 (0) 427718448

20.01.2022 Some of the farm gate art made from scrap metal on farms . Then driving to Lake Grace .

17.01.2022 If you're a senior, you will love this hilarious Pandemic poem from New Zealand. I'm normally a social girl I love to meet my mates But lately with the virus h...ere We can't go out the gates. You see, we are the 'oldies' now We need to stay inside If they haven't seen us for a while They'll think we've upped and died. They'll never know the things we did Before we got this old There wasn't any Facebook So not everything was told. We may seem sweet old ladies Who would never be uncouth But we grew up in the 60s - If you only knew the truth! There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll The pill and miniskirts We smoked, we drank, we partied And were quite outrageous flirts. Then we settled down, got married And turned into someone's mum, Somebody's wife, then nana, Who on earth did we become? We didn't mind the change of pace Because our lives were full But to bury us before we're dead Is like a red rag to a bull! So here you find me stuck inside For 4 weeks, maybe more I finally found myself again Then I had to close the door! It didnt really bother me I'd while away the hour I'd bake for all the family But I've got no bloody flour! Now Netflix is just wonderful I like a gutsy thriller I'm swooning over Idris Or some random sexy killer. At least I've got a stash of booze For when I'm being idle There's wine and whiskey, even gin If I'm feeling suicidal! So let's all drink to lockdown To recovery and health And hope this bloody virus Doesn't decimate our wealth. We'll all get through the crisis And be back to join our mates Just hoping I'm not far too wide To fit through the flaming gates! Author - Jan Beaumont, Auckland NZ

16.01.2022 Did you know.....?? They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If yo...u had to do this to survive you were "piss poor." But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot; they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low. The next time you are washing your hands & complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s. Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. Since they were starting to smell, however, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it . . . hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!" Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof, resulting in the idiom, "It's raining cats and dogs." There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed, therefore, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, leading folks to coin the phrase "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way, subsequently creating a "thresh hold." In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while, and thus the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old." Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat." Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the "upper crust." Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up, creating the custom of holding a wake. England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive, so they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer. And that's the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring?

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15.01.2022 The History of 'APRONS' I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken coop, the a...pron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.. And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes. Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons. REMEMBER: Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw. They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron. I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love - author unknown See more

11.01.2022 Thanks Keith Van Driel. For this post

10.01.2022 Make Mingenew the middle of your wildflower season! The wildflowers are going to be brilliant this season, so why not make Mingenew the middle of all your wildf...lower wanderings? With a fantastic caravan park, brilliant bakery, classic country pub, spectacular stargazing and loads of friendly locals, we’ll see you in Mingenew. #thisiswa #wanderoutyonder #seeaustralia #australiascoralcoast #coralcoasthighway #goldenoutback

10.01.2022 MAX DAVIES came alone to Dalwallinu in 1925 having bought 1,000 acres from M. Beste for 250 deposit and 250 after the first harvest no interest. He found that 220 acres in between M. Best's farm and Ron Sinclair's had not been selected as both men thought the other one had selected it, so he selected it! The total area cleared on M. Best's farm was approximately 150 acres, so we now began clearing the both blocks by rolling and ploughing in the scrub the staff c...Continue reading

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07.01.2022 Dalwallinu 1930 to 1931 I have just cut a few bits from Dad’s stories that include Dalwallinu. This is at the request of Susan McCreery a Dalwallinu resident who is very interested in the town’s history.... This section was in his story about his Morse Code experiences In 1930 I went to Dalwallinu (Postmaster Mr. Crowley). It was a busy repeating centre in those days, and I was sent there because of the heavy load of wheat wool and oats coded telegrams caused by the fluctuating prices of the 1930 big depression. There I enjoyed working with one of the fastest jigger men in the State, Bill Carstairs. Note: Bill Carstairs was in Perth. A jigger was a type of Morse Code key. These coded messages were sent by the various firms to all their agents at stations along the line. The Perth telegraphist sent them in batches of 5, and the receiving telegraphist used carbons. Lots of clips of these 5 telegram forms complete with carbons were kept within reach on nails driven into the wall in reach of the operator. The preambles, texts, and signatures were sent first, then without pausing, he would move on to the addresses. No 1, Birch and King, Wubin, No 2, A.E. Payne, Buntine, No 3, H. Leaver Pithara, Etc. Etc. On the 1/12/31, It should be fair to note that I would never have been able to keep up with the speed of Bill Cairstair and at the same time take off the paper clips and take out the carbons, and write in the addresses without the aid of my lifelong friend, Steve Clegg. who was messenger boy there at the time. The Postmaster, Mr Tom Crowley, just sat on his swivel chair just behind us and applauded as we went into action. I was using pen and ink and blotting paper. As fast as I added the address, Steve would pass me another message until the 5 copies were completed, then he would hand me another set of five complete with carbons. Bill meanwhile would not pause after each five names were completed. He would just say '' AR5 copies '' and away he would go. After my subsequent experience in Broome when I had learned the typewriter, this would have been relatively easy if the sets had been prepared and hung within reach, but with such a fast sender and having to dip the pen in and out of the inkwell, it took a lot of concentration, even with Steve’s assistance. My departure for the North West was as sudden as it was unexpected. All Officers in the Post Office could be called upon to serve three years in the North, and of course the young unmarried men went first. I was at Dalwallinu at the time, when the Superintendent Personnel Branch rang the Postmaster on the first of December 1931 and instructed that I leave by train for Geraldton on the third to embark on the boat "Minderoo" for Broome

05.01.2022 Wubin Picnic Think it said around 1911, anyone around who can put some names to faces please

04.01.2022 Apologies for any photos crooked or wrong way.

03.01.2022 The milky way almost looks like it's reaching down to touch the Pinnacles in this fantastic photo by Kalbarri's Adam Smith. Photo thanks: Adam Smith @happy.dayz.imagery