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Soldier Settlers - Grantham NSW 1921

11/24/2015

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Returned servicemen mixing feed on Grantham Stud Poultry Farm, Grantham Soldier's
Settlement Estate - 1921. Just one of fascinating photos of life on soldier settlements
post WWI which are available to view via the 
State Records NSW flickr feed. 
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Plowing, Figs and Saturday night in Red Cliffs

6/3/2015

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* this is an undated letter from the 1920s - in the first year or so of Oz's arrival in the Red Cliffs district.  
Dear Myrtle, 
Hope you received my letter on Saturday but feel doubtful as the letter would not reach town until about 11 o’clock & that would be too late for the delivery. I told you in my last letter that I had started graft. I have been picking figs for a couple of days. I cannot say I like fig picking as the figs make your hands very sore. I had my first lesson in plowing yesterday & didn’t do too bad. It is rather hard at first but when you get into the knack it is easy. 

We are making a tennis court up here, the next door neighbours are pretty keen so they come over & give us a hand. If you have my racquet you might send it along, that is if you are not going to use it. Last night we drove into the town Saturday night being the late night up here. All the people seem to come in from the surrounding districts & the town is just packed with people. It is rather a nice town; the streets are nice and wide & the main street has nice green lawns up the centre. The band generally plays on Sunday evening & a pretty good crowd congregates. The only drawback is that the roads are not metal but lately they have been putting limestone on. It would be simply awful if it rained much here as a few points of rain make it very muddy. 
I met two 21st boys at the boarding house when I was there; they said they had been all over Victoria but couldn’t settle down to anything & when I went down there to see if there were any letters last night they had gone. Well dearest what have you been doing since I left. I can just imagine you dressing up in that pretty frock this morning & going off to church. The Applebys are Methodists so I suppose I will be the same for a while; the Presbyterian is the nicest church up here. I think it has only been built recently; your church is also represented but is rather small I think. I asked you in my last letter to send up my [xxx]. Take a tally of all it costs you, sending me stuff & I will fix up when I come down. Well dear old girl I have nothing more to tell you but long for you every day & only wish you were with me, never mind, we must take the good with the bad & hope for the future. 
Au Revoir Sweetest & dearest. Write me a nice long letter like the last. 
Fond love Ozzie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Love to Mother & Kind regards to your family.
Image: Katy Mutton 'Red Cliffs, Early Days' 2015, 
acrylic and ink drawing on kozo with carbon impression​

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the eggs and the bicycle

5/18/2015

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​Dearest Old Girl,                                          Sunday March 13 1921
I am lying under a tree trying to keep cool. I received your  dear old letter yesterday & feel a real culprit at not being able to write before but I know you will understand. Last Sunday Allan & I rode in before tea to post our letters thinking we would be able to get back before it was dark but misfortune overtook us , I got two punctures in my bike & had to mend them consequently we had to ride back in the dark. While we were in there Allan bought a new billy also a dozen eggs which we packed carefully in the billy after my slow riding and a few spills we managed to reach the hometown & we were priding ourselves on our ability as night riders when all of a sudden I crashed into a big pine tree & came right over the handles of the bike, luckily I did not hurt myself very much. Allan came back & took the billy of eggs from me & we started off again. He had not gone more than fifty yards when he shot clean over his bike. When we got home we pulled the lid off the billy & alas there were only two sound eggs, the other were all mixed up in the bottom of the billy so we had scrambled eggs for tea. Eggs are very scarce up here & we were looking forward to a luxurious tea. Proverb never count your chickens before they are hatched. 

Friday evening I rode in to send the wires. I also wired Ben. I hope things are fixed up alright. So far things are going alright, the only thing is when you come home tired at night you have to turn round & cook meals but nevertheless the food is good & that alone compensates us for our bother. Allan washes up & does handy jobs. We are troubled very much with flies & ants & if you don’t cover up everything they simply swarm it, not the little ants you get down there but great big ones. We are both priding ourselves on being able to stick the heavy work even big chaps who have been used to hard graft all their lives find it very hard at first in fact dozens cannot stick it longer than a few days. So we are not on contract work dear; those on contract work have to provide all their own implements. The other day we struck a very big mallee.  Which took us the rest of the best part of two days to get out, we broke three cables & in the end had to dig it out & chop the roots from underneath; In trying to mend the cable a chap hit me on the back of my hand with an axe. It is very stiff & sore & a lot of proud flesh is forming on the surface. Today I bathed it with water as hot as I could bear & put [xx] powder on & bound it up. So you see dear I am writing under difficulties. Any flesh wound does not heal too well. I will have to be careful or it will turn into septic poisoning. 

Yesterday afternoon Allan and I went to the river fishing, we caught nothing but snags. We enjoyed ourselves nevertheless & had a real good swim. It was simply beautiful in the water. We got home about nine at night. This morning we did not get up till about 10am, had breakfast & I put on the dinner a roast of beef, baked potatoes & onions. I cooked it in a camp oven & it turned out beautiful. Allan thinks I am a bit of a wonder at cooking he doesn’t know how to cook a potato. If at any time you think of some nice little recipes within our reach don’t forget to send them along. I have not come across that fellow the Blairs are enquiring about but if I do I will let you know. This is all up to the present sweetheartmine. I hope you can understand the scrawl. Give my love to your mother & accept the love of the one who is always thinking & longing for you. Yours ever. Kind regards to your dad and family.
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Image: Photo WE Phegan of Woy Woy, NSW in the 1920s. 
Collection of the National Museum of Australia.

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smudges

3/15/2015

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17 November 1921                                                              Red Cliffs (Australia)

My Dearest,
If this letter has many smudges think of me writing or trying to write with the perspiration trickling down my arms & face, it has been awfully hot the last few weeks & in the daytime it is just scorching. I went for a swim tonight, it was just lovely in but just as bad when you come out again. I have just about finished pegging out it is a long tiresome game on your own. You walk about 10 miles a day in hot sandy ground so you can imagine how one feels at night. I am awfully glad I am boarding, batching was becoming impossible, in fact I could not have stood it much longer. Mrs. Jones is a very nice little person & very goodhearted. 
I wander in now for morning and afternoon tea, also supper. You get bone dry in a very short time, although tea makes you perspire a lot it seems to quench your thirst. The Jones’s have been away for a couple of days and I am left in charge. I have no idea when the water is coming, there is a rumour that we will get it in a week. They are only allowing to water five acres the first watering so that they will get it round sooner, we are then supposed to get a second watering for the other five acres somewhere about Xmas. So don’t be surprised dear if I am not down for Xmas dinner. They are a fearful lot of muddlers. I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t get the water at all, one fill after the other keeps breaking & we are about the last to get water. So you are going into Lil's house further up the street, that will be quite nice and much more convenient for shifting, where are Simpson's going to? ..So those clothes dear, you can get me a couple of shirts I wear a 15 collar. I have only one singlet but I don’t think I will need any I don’t wear them here. I can imagine you saying that is just how you catch cold, terrible boy eh? Well my dearest old girl I must say Au Revoir & stumble into bed.
Fond love to your mother & kind regards to your dad & heaps of love, kisses from yours ever  – Oz –     xxxxxx    xxxxxxx    xxxxx    xxxxxx

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