There was something magical about the ropeway. A continuous stream of buckets gliding across the landscape, sliding against those imperial towers, over rugged hills, atop deep gullies, above sheep grazing in paddocks or a plough turning the soil.
The March 4 Justice emboldened women. Only when women tell their stories will men grasp the true extent of some men’s shameful, predatory behaviour.
Throughout 1918 there was great enthusiasm and support for the new School of Arts, at least from the top end of town.
The first colonials born in Australia ‘currency lads and lasses’ were, according to Commissioner Bigge, taller, fairer, stronger, healthier, better educated and more industrious than their immigrant counterparts; and, it goes without saying, their parents.
Most of my four hundred and three postcards are about travel – the great Australian pastime of the last four or five decades – leaving home, coming home and, for the recipient, staying home.
When I started researching Kandos history almost two decades ago I was intrigued by the number of newspaper articles about St Patrick’s Day in our industrial town. This month I headed back to St Patrick and discovered a few unvarnished truths.