GRIPES

[Marty_d]

Nothing wrong with rainwater, we live on it.

 

Double filter under the sink removes most of the nasties.

 

 

[spacesailor]

I take it, you Don't live in Sydney.

 

Nice country Rain, could be different to city rain ?.

 

spacesailor

 

 

[Marty_d]

I take it, you Don't live in Sydney.Nice country Rain, could be different to city rain ?.

 

spacesailor

Nah, southern Tassie, where the air is clean. For now.

 

 

[spacesailor]

Had my taste test.

 

HHmm, taste's like sucking on an Ice-shard that the winter of our youth had lots of.

 

Not bad for a Free-bee. ( might make ice pops with some of that water).

 

spaceailor

 

 

[old man emu]

What's the go with the prices of razor blades these days? How can they cost, on average, $5 each for Brand name blades, yet supermarket generic ones cost only $1.50? Is it the cost of the packaging? I'm sure that the unit cost of production of razors would be counted in cents, not dollars. Is this the reason for the current popularity of long flowing beards?

 

 

[David2ayo]

I don't u[ATTACH]50208._xfImport[/ATTACH]nderstand what you are on about, OME. Now, I find it frustrating when checking the price of hairbrushes.

 

[Old Koreelah]

Where the bloody hell's Terramungamine, Davo?

 

I bet it's a made up place!

 

 

[old man emu]

Terramungamine is on the Newell Hwy, just south of Eumungerie and west of Mogriguy. The Coolbaggie Creek runs through the locality.

 

 

[facthunter]

You DID ask. Nev

 

 

[Old Koreelah]

Terramungamine is on the Newell Hwy, just south of Eumungerie and west of Mogriguy. The Coolbaggie Creek runs through the locality.

Thanx OME. That helps.

 

Lets file this away for when some visting Yankee tourist asks for directions.

 

 

[facthunter]

I doubt the creek is running tho. It has to rain to make that happen. Nev

 

 

[Old Koreelah]

I've come across David2ayo a couple of times in my travels.

 

He's the best sort of bloke to run into when you have problems.

 

 

[David2ayo]

Terramungamine was the name of a very large property in this area, the last scrap of it was adjoining our place. The owner, a local all-round Good Bloke (really!), Max Walters, advised me NOT to use Terramungamine in my address, as we shared the surname he would get our bills. Well, Max got older and moved on, then unfortunately passed on. Shortly after, the Geographical Names Board decided to put a name on every second paddock, and we now reside in Terramungamine. Without having to move. With the Coolbaggie Dry Creek marked on the map but not otherwise in evidence. Mind you, have just checked our rain gauge, it has 2mm in it!

 

 

[Old Koreelah]

Well you learn something new every day!

 

What a small world, etc. etc.

 

I've met Max Walters. He was the co-founder of the NSW VRA.

 

Dubbo airport roads to be named after community members - Dubbo Regional Council

 

 

[pmccarthy]

Those names, by Banjo Paterson. Teramungamine gets a mention.

 

The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,

 

After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along:

 

The 'ringer' that shore a hundred, as they never were shorn before,

 

And the novice who, toiling bravely, had tommy-hawked half a score,

 

The tarboy, the cook and the slushy, the sweeper that swept the board,

 

The picker-up, and the penner, with the rest of the shearing horde.

 

There were men from the inland stations where the skies like a furnace glow,

 

And men from Snowy River, the land of frozen snow;

 

There were swarthy Queensland drovers who reckoned all land by miles,

 

And farmers' sons from the Murray, where many a vineyard smiles.

 

They started at telling stories when they wearied of cards and games,

 

And to give these stories flavour they threw in some local names,

 

Then a man from the bleak Monaro, away on the tableland,

 

He fixed his eyes on the ceiling, and he started to play his hand.

 

He told them of Adjintoothbong, where the pine-clad mountains freeze,

 

And the weight of the snow in summer breaks branches off the trees,

 

And, as he warmed to the business, he let them have it strong --

 

Nimitybelle, Conargo, Wheeo, Bongongolong;

 

He lingered over them fondly, because they recalled to mind

 

A thought of the bush homestead, and the girl that he left behind.

 

Then the shearers all sat silent till a man in the corner rose;

 

Said he, 'I've travelled a-plenty but never heard names like those.

 

Out in the western districts, out in the Castlereigh

 

Most of the names are easy -- short for a man to say.

 

You've heard of Mungrybambone and the Gundabluey Pine,

 

Quobbotha, Girilambone, and Terramungamine,

 

Quambone, Eunonyhareenyha, Wee Waa, and Buntijo --'

 

But the rest of the shearers stopped him: 'For the sake of your jaw, go slow,

 

If you reckon thase names are short ones out where such names prevail,

 

Just try and remember some long ones before you begin the tale.'

 

And the man from the western district, though never a word he siad,

 

Just winked with his dexter eyelid, and then he retired to bed

 

 

[Bruce]

I read that lots of Australian place names are the local aboriginal dialect for "get effed whitefeller".

 

This came about when the white mapmaker asked his aboriginal guide " what name this fella place Jacky " and Jacky replies " Wooloomooloo" which the white mapmaker writes down.

 

 

[old man emu]

I remember a time, long before the Drover's Dog was whelped, that around the Coolbaggie it rained and rain, and rained some more. Dohnt's Creeks broke its banks and cut off the road into the village of Eumungerie. Chaos ensued when the Protestant Pope couldn't get his wood-fired bread into Dubbo. Attendances were down at the little school across the track. Old Reg Cashell was flabbergasted that so much rain could fall at all.

 

"Why," he recalled, " when the Lord sent rain for forty days and forty nights to drench old Noah's block, Eumungerie only got forty points."

 

 

[Litespeed]

As a lad I spent many a holiday in a far distant land that had a little resemblance to Dimboola.

 

Family would come from far and wide for a wedding.......damn that would be exciting. All those relatives, all that grog, life long bones to pick and a plethora of guns.

 

But you had to get there first with no guarantee of leaving. If you managed to not meet Skippy and his mob in the kingswood on the plains, a exciting time lay ahead.

 

Even better was the bus as Skippy exploded across the front.

 

Naturally I speak of Hay. From Hay you can look anywhere and find Hell and just down road is Booligal.

 

Hence the term Hay , Hell and Booligal.

 

A town with from memory had 600 people, at least 10 pubs and 200 Ute's with very angry hunting dogs.

 

All good, no worries mate, just chill and have a drink....relax.

 

Until I realised there is only a few things to do in Hay......

 

Rooting- most likely someone else's girl.

 

Fighting- over the girl or from losing a bet on who would bed the girl.

 

Followed up by some friendly shooting.

 

Generally the lads would just lay waste to some poor buggers car, but some went for long walks.....

 

Hay is a particularly attractive spot for transporting drugs to cities. Initially from the Griffith area, think Donald Mckay and today from Adelaide etc and is ice land.

 

I spent most my school holidays in Hay.

 

The safest thing I ever did was go to Maude weir fishing...........

 

With a stick of dynamite.

 

I was only a bloody kid for firetrucks sake.

 

Hell is meant to be after you die.

 

Kids should not have to milk cows Early in the morning either.

 

The chickens, I could chop heads etc,

 

But milking ........

 

Maybe it was because I had to go to the neighbours to do it.

 

He was the bloody stonemason, undertakers, grave digger and engineer.

 

A sea of headstones in mist had to be negotiated to get to the milking.

 

I was only a 8 year old lad.

 

Would have felt so much safer in ...anywhere.

 

Maude tended to be safe most days. The barmaid was well known, for the pump action under the counter. Mexicans on shooting trips were often trigger happy.

 

Little wonder, holidays were interesting........

 

 

[Litespeed]

And people wonder why I don't like guns?

 

I know guns don't kill people.......

 

F.....wits with guns do

 

 

[facthunter]

Should just call the river CBA then it'll NEVER break it's banks. The trouble with living in the Country is they are all related or blowins. If you get embarassed over something and say "I feel like an idiot" there's no shortage. They might be rough diamonds but maybe just rough anything.Supporting the footy club is mandatory "there be Gods there" . Nev

 

 

[Litespeed]

Yep footbrawl did seem to loom large in the shadows.

 

Lots of makeup teams from shearing sheds. Just what the powderkeg needed, a heap of real thirsty shearers, two weeks since a bender, a pocket full of cash and a love of gentlemen's entertainment. Queensbury rules my butt, I hadn't realised how much shearers love a good brawl and the bloody rivalry between some sheds.

 

But if one shearer got a thump from a local, they all ganged together.

 

You would not want to be the local copper, not then and not now.

 

 

[Bruce]

Litespeed, last time I flew over the Hay plains I was shocked to see the enormous flood-irrigation paddocks which have taken over lots of sheep areas.

 

And I always thought Dimboola was there to provide a check-point for glider final glides to Horsham, but my wife thinks its there to help find the Wail nursery.

 

I agree about the cops. There was one at nearby Edenhope who got bored on account of no crime in an average month, so he started pinching people who crossed the road without walking down to the official crossing.

 

I haven't heard of him lately, although he does come to mind when crossing illegally.

 

Bugger though about shearers getting tame these days, I like your memories of livelier times.

 

 

[Litespeed]

Cotton irrigation is quickly killing the whole area. And has killed many a farmer with the sprays.

 

Many get stomach cancer, very nasty. My pop died from it and he was not alone.

 

We are using very precious water for a crop you can't eat and covering with chemicals to create a bio desert.

 

My family were sheep farmers all the way back to the 1830s.

 

When I said don't be a copper, it was not boredom but sheer danger.

 

My niece's husband was highway patrol- great bloke always getting in shit for not fineing but rather just talking to motorists.

 

He was patrolling Griffith to Hay until recently and done solo. Problem been - never pull over a car until you have radioed its plate and get feedback.

 

All should be dual police per car out there.

 

The danger is often extreme. The drug running is the problem, often with two or more armed blokes. A car full of cash or drugs and no intent on getting caught or giving up.

 

They do big operations sometimes but normally it is just a cop on his own and no help for up to 2 hours. You can only run the gauntlet for so long and your luck will run out.

 

Probably 100 times more dangerous than anywhere in Australia. Big money, ice, bikies and guns. Its a bit Like the wild west.

 

Now he has married and a father, its no job for a family man or anyone with a expectation of a long healthy life.

 

So he has left and gets to live another day....

 

Its still Hell out at Hay, its just hidden now.

 

 

[red750]

I lived in Deni from '56 till '59 - arrived just before the '56 flood. Did my first four years of high school there. Never went to Hay, although its's just "up the road".

 

The flood destroyed the chance of the business my dad had hoped to start, farm machinery sales, lots of the farmers were almost wiped out. He ended up collecting empty bottles from the shearing sheds and selling them back to the glass factory.

 

As for cops, my youngest brother recently retired from the force - got pretty close to the top, Detective Superintendent. Previously headed a team in the Homicide Squad, caught one of Victoria's most notorious murderers, and got an Order of Australia decoration for his victim identification work in the Bali bombing and Indonesian tsunami. Also lectured in Canada and the UK on anti-terrorism. Has stories that would curl your hair.

 

I also have a nephew who is a senior constable.

 

As for solo highway patrol, the son of friends of ours was on patrol and pulled over the same driver twice in a couple of hours. A fight ensued on the second occasion, the driver got hold of the officer's gun and killed him. Two man patrols were introduced as a result,

 

 

[spacesailor]

GEEZE

 

Australia is looking a lot like MARS, the red planet !.

 

a few pics from a pilot in Dubbo.

 

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