Thursday, August 28, 2008


Us with Amy and her husband Danny (Bruce's replacement in Wagga)

Sunday, August 17, 2008
Well, we feel like we've just about been everywhere!! On Saturday we visited the 4 different Zones of the Hume Highway that Hume Alliance is currently working on. There's quite a bit of work going on.
Of course a Saturday isn't complete without a visit to the Bakery, so here's Bruce outside the Holbrook Bakery. It was so nice we visited again on the way back, tee hee. Bruce has a pie, and I usually have a salad sandwich. I succumbed and had half a sausage roll as well.
The Holbrook region was originally inhabited by the Wiradjuri people, when in 1824 Hume and Hovell passed through the district naming it Friday Mount.
The first European settler was a convict named John Purcell from the County of Limerick in Ireland, who settled just east of the present town in 1836. The area was then known as Ten Mile Creek, as it was 10 miles from Father Therry's cattle yards on Yarra Yarra on the main Sydney road.
In 1839 Johann Chirstoff Pabst, a German immigrant who had married Ellen Scott 'a respectable free Irish immigrant' took over the management of the Woolpack Inn, then know as the Criterion Hotel. During this time the town became know as Germanton, althought it was not gazetted as such until 1876, nine years after Pabst's death.
Pabst had been engaged by the Australian Agricultural Company to look after Saxony sheep brought from Germany to boost Australia's sheet industry.
With the onset of World War I many of the town's people believed Germanton was an inappropriate name for the town. After hearing of the exploits of Lieutenant Norman Holbrook in the Dardanelles, they chose to commemorate his name and change the town's name to Holbrook. The first meeting of Holbrook Council was held on 24 August 1915.
Lieutenant Norman Douglas Holbrook
Norman Holbrook was born on 9 July 1888 of Southsea in Hampshire, England and died on 3 July 1976 at Midhurst in Sussex.
On 13 December 1914 then Lieutenant Holbrook had taken the British submarine HMS B11 on a hazardous journey into the Dardanelles to torpedo and sink the Turkish battleship Messudiyeh. This small and primitive submarine was powered by a petrol engine that limited her to six knots under water for only one hour. It was in this vessel that Holbrook and his crew braved minefields, surface patrol and Turkish artillery. The B11, with a shattered compass, scraped along the bottom on the channel literally feeling it's way out.
It was submerged for eight hours, unheard of in 1914, with all crew surviving the mission. It was then that Lieutenant Holbrook was hailed as the most daring underwater raider, and was awarded the first Victoria Cross of the war, as well as being the first submariner ever to receive a Victoria Cross.
Commander Holbrook made several visits to Holbrook before his death in 1976, and in 1982 his widow, Mrs Gundula Holbrook donated his medals to the town.
So, what else is in Holbrook? A submarine, that's what!!Most first time visitors to Holbrook are surprised to see a 90 metre long decommissioned submarine in a park alongside the Hume Highway.
In 1986 Holbrook Shire Council maintained the naval connection with the adoption of the Royal Australian Navy Submarine Squadron.
In 1995 the Navy gifted the fin of the decommissioned HMAS OTWAY to Holbrook, and a working party was formed to try and obtain more of the submarine. Local funds were raised, and generously supplemented by a $100,000 gift from Mrs Gundula Holbrook. This allowed the outer skin to the water line of the submarine to be purchased and installed in Germanton Park.
There continues to be a strong connection between Holbrook and submariners that is recognised world wide, with a number of submariners retiring to Holbrook.


Submariners War Memorial in Holbrook
Some photos taken at a Lookout on the way to Tumut. Why do lookouts have overgrown trees so you can't look out??????


Out the front of the church is a little alcove with a pew on either side, along with a stone commemorating the building but it's very well worn and hard to photograph. You can also pick up a church newsletter here as well.

All Saints is an elegant country Anglican Church which is of architectural significance for its fine combination of Gothic and Romanesque styling. The building has added importance for having been designed by the leading ecclesiastical architect, Edmund Blacket.
All Saints Church, Tumut, is an elegant church designed by the eminent colonial ecclesiastical architect, Edmund Blacket. Blacket did the drawings in early 1875 and the foundation stone was laid on 28 December of that year. Frederick Kinred was the builder and the first part of All Saints was opened on All Saints Day 1876. The tower and spire, a gift of C D Bardwell, was completed in 1882 and it is a landmark in the Tumut townscape. All Saints is one of the rarer brick churches designed by Blacket. Well sited on a slight rise and with mature trees standing close by on the riverside, All Saints is built of mellow brown bricks and has a roof clad with asbestos cement shingles. The church is cruciform in shape and has two vestries, and it reflects both Gothic and Romanesque influences (the former being particularly pronounced). Gothic features include the steeply pitched gabled roof, the buttresses, the square tower surmounted by tall broached spire, and the pointed arch lych gate. Romanesque influence is seen in the round headed arches to windows and doors, and the round arched inset section in the end wall to the transept which also features a wheel window. There are stucco reveals to some openings. At the front is a fine brick fence. Near the church are the rectory and also a newer house.
Early in the 1980s moves were made to restore the church. Since then conservation work has been undertaken, the main task having been the rectification of the pressure being exerted on the walls by the roof. (This was achieved by temporarily lifting the roof and bolting and bracing all the joints in the trusses.) In addition, other work was carried out, and the interior has been fully repainted.
It's not exactly the quietest church to walk about in. Lots of creaking in the floorboards and the pews.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Amazingly this is the first time we have set out for an adventure and had rain so no photos in wet weather.
Her are the old train tracks in Narrandera. I guess they had to cut them up for trucks to be able to drive through!!
We had morning tea in Narrandera at a building which was once called Halls Hotel. The sign is still partly visible inside as they have built on. This is now a second hand bookshop and a cafe. It's near the railway and men used to stay there when working.


Cold, but not raining. We stopped at the Tourist Information Centre which is also a bit of a museum. The Letona Cannery closed in 1994, there were lots of pictures of women leaning on some odd looking stools, sorting and stoning fruit, but the reflection from the sun meant I couldn't photograph them, phooey. Here is a fabulous statue outside.

Letona. This Statue is in memory of the Cannery which was the hub of Leeton 1914-1994. A community tribute to co-operative effort, dedication and hard work. "Women were the heart and soul of the Cannery". (Tom Sullivan)Unveiled by Lola Makeham and Marj Gall 11 April 2004

This is from the front looking out, no other houses only to their left on their side of the road.
After lunch at a Griffith Bakery, we were shown around. This place is called the Hermits CaveThe cave was built by a colourful character named Valerio Recitti, an Italian migrant who arrived in Australia in 1916, aged 17. He immediately went to work at Broken Hill but soon began drifting. At one point he departed for Adelaide with a year's timber-cutting wages in his pocket. There he visited a brothel. Upon leaving he found that he had left his wallet behind and that the bouncer wouldn't allow him back in. After hurling a rock through a window, he was chased and ended up in Adelaide gaol. After his release he left for Melbourne where he intended to pawn his one remaining possession, a coat. Unfortunately he was duped by a passer-by who said he would pawn it for him and never returned.From there Recitti went to work on the Murray River paddlesteamers. He is said to have taken refuge in the cave while he was passing through in the 1920s and decided to stay. He believed himself to be the only Italian in the area and kept entirely to himself, whereas in fact old compatriots from Broken Hill had settled nearby and increasing numbers of Italian migrants were arriving.
Recitti decided to construct a private utopia. He cleared and decorated the caves, creating massive stone galleries and pathways, cliffside gardens and floral painted rock walls. So as to remain unseen he worked at night and early in the morning, moving hundreds of tons of rock. Eventually he fell and injured himself and was taken to the hospital when found by a passing swagman. There he became a celebrity when the enormity of his work was discovered and much marvelled at. He was reunited with his old friends and went to work for them although he continued to live in his cave.
When security people became convinced he was a spy Recitti was interned with his fellow countrymen at Hay during World War II. He was put to work building roads and instructed his captors on how to improve their road-building methods. When released he was re-employed by his old friends in Griffith. Troubled by visions and obsessions, largely associated with his cave, he returned to Italy when his health began to fail him in 1952 and he died there six months later.

Quite a view from the cave, you can see where Tim and Jenny used to live.
The label says 'the chapel'.
Here is Michaela in one of the caves. She is one gorgeous fun loving girl!
That's Joshua in red. Typical 8 year old boy, can't be seen to be still or have both feet on the ground.
Jenny and Tim.
Sunday? Feeling a bit tired, so went off to church and listened to a guest speaker who is a Chaplain in the army. Him and his wife are kept very busy in their Ministry. After church we went for a wander around the shops and ended up having lunch at the Hog's Breath Cafe. We kept walking past and wondering what it was like. We were really surprised at how nice lunch was. As we had a late lunch it wasn't long before we were due at Paul and Janeen's (from church) for afternoon tea. They have one child (out of 4) left at home. We had a lovely afternoon tea. They are Adrian H.s parents-in-law if that helps. Toast for tea and then crash early. Weekends are fun and tiring!






