© Keri Webb
“Just to have somebody to talk to…”
Old timer, cartoonist and writer, gatherer of memorabilia and local history,
Ray Krakouer tells his story.
Memories of Yanchep and Two Rocks Coast – Western Australia
Blue Trail Village Scenes No 4
Wilson Glen, Woodford
A well-worn pedestrian bridge crosses the railway from Memorial Park, established in 1920 as a tribute to soldiers, to Railway Parade and the Wilson Glen loop bushwalk, opened in 1933. The remnants of red bunting still adorn the bridge, placed there in 2019 during a so-far successful campaign to stop the bridge being demolished, and it is still providing access to one of the best short bush walks in the mid mountains.
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Memorial Park is now little used since the widened highway has brought fast traffic so close to its long-valued picnic areas but the Wilson Glen walk, taking in two pleasant creek valleys and the Gypsy Cave as it winds from Railway Parade to Buena Vista Road, is often visited.
WILSON GLEN
DEDICATED TO
THE BLUE MOUNTAINS SHIRE
————– BY ————–
THOMAS WILSON
IN MEMORY OF HIS WIFE
24TH AUGUST 1932
The variety of vegetation in its couple of kilometres is stimulating, ranging from Angophora costata stands near Buena Vista Road to fringe temperate rainforest in the shadier sections. The scrub is thick enough to provide shelter for numerous small birds. In 1934, Blue Mountains Council seriously considered building a swimming pool in the reserve but the idea was eventually dropped, leaving the area exclusively to bush walkers.
© Don Morrison
All photos © Christine Davies
I remember when we could drink from any mountain stream
I’m an old woman now, and live by the sea, but I remember the Blue Mountains. I knew them well and drank from the clear streams in my youth.
[Image by City Plan Heritage]
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The Life and Times of Tom – son of Third Fleet convict John Pye
© Keri Webb
There were just the four of us as we grew up, and the only relatives we knew of were our two grandmothers, one very reserved aunt and a wonderfully eccentric uncle. We had no cousins, no family stories, no gossip, nothing. I was somewhere in my 40’s before curiosity got the better of me … surely there were more? What about grandfathers? Who were they? Why was there no mention of them?
It was then I found myself on a fascinating journey of discovery.
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