A Woman in Red

This article by Colleen O’Sullivan appeared in the Mudgee Guardian on 24 July 2009.

The featured image shows dance partners at a ball in the 1930s.

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Woman in Red

A Day at the Bylong Mouse Races

An empty seat takes on different moods: in a park it’s forlorn, on a bus it’s expectant, on a verandah relaxed, in a café nervous. At the Bylong Mouse Races it’s taken!

That was our first lesson. Bring your own seat or get there early and bags one. There was something satisfying about not being able to find a seat amongst this animated racing crowd, in a village where ‘busy’ usually means two cars have stopped at the same time.

Bylong is a one-shop stop that services a rich pastoral valley and, since the complete sealing of the Bylong Valley Way, it attracts an increasing number of travelers to and from the coast. The shop sells petrol, snacks and good coffee, a fine selection of local wines, oils and condiments, and ‘pick-me-up’ goods that seem to latch on to you before you can get out the door. Outside there’s a peaceful garden, also with magnetic seats.

It was our first time at the Bylong Mouse Races though they have been going for more than twenty years and support many local charities. As with a lot of country events I had no idea what to expect. Nor did I find anyone who could tell me, even though Kandos and Rylstone are only half an hour away and you would think they would make up a large number of the one thousand plus, crowd.

How do you hold a mouse race so that everyone can see, so that the mice don’t escape into the crowd, and so you can lay your bets knowing you won’t be diddled? All my questions were answered when we watched the first race in one of two very large tents.

The race course is not, as I expected, on the ground, but at eye level. It is a long narrow wooden construction (perhaps five metres) with ten compartments one on top of the other. These long alleyways are made of perspex, able to be seen from two sides; and about 5cm square, designed to encourage forward movement by a small creature. Near race-time an official carries the mice in, in the 10-compartment box which snaps snuggly to the course. When the bookies are ready the barrier is pulled up and the race begins.

The race caller has all the aplomb of Des Hoysted but the mice are no galloping gee gees. One or two look as if they’re asleep, one makes a metre long dash and then climbs over itself to get back to the start, a few start and stop and start again, and there are two or three who take the whole thing seriously. The excitement of the crowd matches Randwick as we urge our favourites on. Sluggish mice get an encouraging poke up the backside with a feather duster and eventually there’s a finish.

I read again the description for my choice: ‘Rosie’. ‘This mouse is so hot she sizzled up the tracks to the Gold Coast and is now set for the big one. Watch Out.’ Mmmm!

OK let’s try another bookie. There are three of them in the betting/bar tent offering conservative odds, reminding us that every mice is a favorite.

We have no money to collect but we enthusiastically give some more money away in the hope that this time we’ll be lucky. The bar serves our favourite drinks and we consider our surroundings.

You would think that a large bar tent lined with haybales would provide plenty of seating. But no! Some hay bales form family paddocks scattered with eskies, rugs, and fold-away chairs. Some hold hungry punters wolfing steak sandwiches. Some are just there to lounge against while you sip a beer and consider the next race.

The fashions don’t quite match Randwick; or Mudgee racecourse for that matter. It is the uniform of a country show minus collared shirts and jodpurs: baseball or bucket caps, t-shirts or singlets, shorts or jeans (often exposing those unappealing cracks) and thongs or sneakers. Those who got into the spirit of the race wear furry noses and ears.

There is a plentiful supply of kids and they all have the same look – as if it is their first trip to Disneyland. Lucky dips, show bags, jumping castle, raffles, merchandise store, auctions, the amazing bucking bull. And mouse races!

Altogether it is a very satisfactory country day: a few bets, a few beers, a few cheers. But definitely no empty seats.
The two images taken by the author in 2009 give some idea of the race course and the crowds.

Bylong mouse races2

Staking a Claim for Dunns Swamp

Unfortunately we white Australians have never been enamored of swamps – smelly, muddy, mosquito-infested places. Luckily we are being re-educated by wilderness enthusiasts to appreciate their unique bio-diversity…

This article appeared in the Mudgee Guardian on 12 October 2009. The featured image of canoeing at Dunns Swamp Ganguddy was taken by the author around that time.

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Staking a Claim for Dunns Swamp

 

Beneath a River Red Gum

The following article by Colleen O’Sullivan appeared in the Mudgee Guardian on
16 February 2009.

The featured image, showing my mother and aunt ready for a picnic a la 1950s, is from the Brown family collection.

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Beneath a River Red Gum

 

 

 

Kandos Origins: Boom or Bust?

This article by Colleen O’Sullivan appeared in the Mudgee Guardian 10 April 2009.

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Kandos Origins Boom or Bust

The featured image was taken by the author at the entrance to Kandos.

The map below was part of the prospectus produced for the first land sale at Kandos.

Kandos first company subdivision 1915-0001 copy

 

Man on a Mission Frank Oakden

This article by Colleen O’Sullivan appeared in the Mudgee Guardian on 18 January 2016.

Frank Oakden-Kandos

The featured image of the first General Manager of Kandos cement works was taken by well-known photographer Myles Dunphy (permission NSW State Library) and has been cropped to fit the post.

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A Man on a Mission

 

Jundah Singh – Pioneer Migrant Businessman Litigant

…Jundah’s athletic talents included boxing. Apparently he held his own in the boxing ring, earning the title of champion. His sons too were not afraid to fight. All five enlisted and fought for their country in the Second World War…

This article by Colleen O’Sullivan appeared in the Mudgee Guardian, 4 March 2013.

The featured image is a docket or invoice showing purchases from Jundah Singh’s store in the 1920s. Bills were usually settled weekly.

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Jundah-Singh-pioneer-kandos-history

Further information about Jundah Singh and his cousin Mann Singh is contained in the following email from Joan Meredith 29/9/2020

Dear Colleen,
I have just discovered your article about Jundah Singh such an interesting read and I thank you for it.
Jundah Singh was my Grandfathers cousin so I am able to add some factual information to your story on Jundah Singh.
Jundah Singh and his cousin Mann Singh arrived together in Australia on 6th Nov 1896 on board the ship “Clitus”
on arrival they had but a few rupees between them and somehow they started up a hawking business together
sadly this came to an end when Mann Singh was charged with indecent assault on a boy and sentenced to 3 years in jail.
You can read the full transcript of the trial as reported in the Gundagai Times and Tumut Adelong and Murrumbidgee District Advertiser 1 Aug 1899
This report proves Mann Singh was NOT guilty but still given 3 years as court deemed he was guilty, heartbreaking to read especially the that it was UNPUBLISHABLE
This report was printed 17 March 1899 title “Sparks from the Anvil”
I found all this via Internet and guess it was now made available as it was over 100 years old.
When Jundah applied to be exempt from the dictation test on return from a visit to India he said he had been in Australia for 27 years,
10 years in Tumut, 10 years in Rydal and 7 years in Kandos, I assume he srayed in the Tumut area after his cousin Mann Singh was sentenced to jail for 3 years.
After his release from jail Mann Singh changed his name taking on the christian/given name of Charles and combining his given and surname to become MANSINGH
so he became known as Charles Mansingh, my grandfather.
tHe jail photo of Mann Singh states he was well educated, intellectual could read and write.
Charles Mansingh married Fanny Louisa Charlton at Holy Trinity C of E Kelso 6 June 1906 they were living at Green Swamp as were Jundah Singh and Harriet Bromwich at the time they married 1910
My mother Ena Mansingh, eldest daughter of Charles and Fanny was very close friends with Irene Singh daughter of Jundah Singh.
This is probably all too much however, you may like to check out my Charlton Tree on ancestry, I am jmeredith64 for that tree and also have a Singh tree for Jundah.
I would be happy to answer any questions that arise from this “blog”
Kind Regards
Joan Meredith