Showing posts with label Kentlyn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kentlyn. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 October 2023

A First Hand Account of our Worst Bushfire

There is little doubt that the bushfire of 1929 was the worst recorded since colonization of the Campbelltown area. Although there were no fatalities, the fire destroyed three houses and severely damaged a further five. Much property was also destroyed, leaving a number of families with severe hardship, made worse in the years that followed with the Great Depression. No lives were lost fortunately.

The library contains in it's collection an account of that bushfire. Edna Willis (nee Hayward) lived all her life in Campbelltown and was living with her family at Kentlyn at the time. She was aged around 15 or 16. The interview was recorded in 1977 when she was aged 64. 

Edna starts her description..."Well we were out at Kentlyn then and we could see this great pall of smoke...I might have been 15 or 16 and saw this great mass of smoke going across - just unbelievable - you know when it comes out of a big chimney stack - just like that- going and going. Oh, it was shocking hot. Yes the wind was behind it. The westerly wind brought it right from the railway line, I believe, and it just mowed everything down in front of it. Just took it down." Edna was asked where it came from and she replied that it started from the railway line at Leumeah and Minto and that it was thought that it was from a spark of a train in the grass. She described the roar of the fire that day: "I don't know whether you've heard the roar of a bushfire. They could hear it coming and they just ran with what they had on - this Col Longhurst- his mother and father were one of the families that were burnt out and Mervyn had a pair of shorts on, because as I say, it was a stinking hot day...nothing on his feet, no shirt or anything." She said that this Longhurst family ran to her place because Mrs Longhurst and her mum were very close.

Edna was then asked if the fire came close to her place and if it just got to the river and stopped. She replied that it didn't come up her end and that "it eventually went over the river. Well then it burnt away into nothingness over there. It was quite a wide strip out at Kentlyn. It went through and then it was out at Wedderburn. It was a pretty bad run out there, too. In fact of an evening, you'd sit like and see the flames right up the trees and you'd wonder how much further it was going to come by next morning."

Edna Willis passed away in 2010 aged 96. Below is a photo of her taken in her younger days.



Photo comes from the collection of daughter Jennifer Scott


Written by Andrew Allen


Source:

Interview with Edna Willis on 30 November 1977

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

The House of Stone

"Osbaldeston" is a bush cottage with low ceilings, built entirely of stones and rock quarried on the property. The cottage on Georges River Road at Kentlyn was built by Tom Barnes between 1932 and 1934 and named after the English town that he came from.

The Barnes family arrived in Australia in 1930 and came to Kentlyn in 1932. They took up 52 acres of land which stretched from Georges River Road down to the river. The family originally lived in a tent until Tom later built a hut of bark, saplings and bags. Tom Barnes then began working on slowly building his stone cottage. He formed a track down to a sandstone quarry, and carried slabs of stone, some individually up the steep track and some in a wheelbarrow.

The kitchen cupboards were made of stone. A bath and wash basin were carefully chiselled out of stone, which was smoothed with cement. The "open air" laundry had tubs and a copper, all chiselled from stone. The laundry area was paved with sandstone. Even the wood box was made of stone!

Osbaldeston still stands today in Georges River Road and remains in its original condition. It is listed under the NSW Heritage Act.


Osboldeston on Georges River Road photographed in the 1980s


Written by Andrew Allen


Source:

"Osboldeston"
In Grist Mills
Vol. 2 No. 1, Feb 1984 p6-9

Friday, 17 May 2013

Memories of George Frere and the "Crossing"

On 12 June 1976 Keith Longhurst interviewed his 86 year old father James Longhurst at Frere's Crossing on the George's River. The interview took place at the spot where the bridge crossed the river and was known as Frere's Crossing. The interview reveals valuable information about the early days of the crossing and the surrounding countryside. It also sheds some light on the man responsible for building the crossing- Georges Frere.

Georges Pierre Frere came from the Cognac district in the Charente in France. He migrated with his parents as a nine-year old boy in 1875. He was the son of a winemaker Francois Gaston Leonce and Martha Frere. They had grown grapes that were used to grow cognac.

Protruding from the rocky floor of the Georges River near Kentlyn is a series of old stumps, which once supported the bridge that spanned the waterway. The bridge provided access to Frere's farm. In 1893-94 the Department of Public Works contracted out to build this bridge at Frere's Crossing. It was George Longhurst, James' father, who laid the stone approaches to the bridge. The bridge had eight piles with four piles in the middle. The bridge itself was probably built by George and Jim Kershler.

I thought I would include some of the extracts from the interview that Keith Longhurst did with his 86 year-old father James back in 1976:


This is 12 June 1976 and I am at Frere’s Crossing with my father and he is now standing where his father did stonework on the George’s River Bridge or the Frere’s Crossing as it is now called. That was 75 years ago, what can you tell us? How old would your father have been when he did this, any idea? 

I should say he was around 40. 

When he came here, you reckon you came here in 1895 and you were then 5 years old. 

That’s correct. 

This road at the end of Frere’s, it was here then. 

It was there, but it wasn’t as good a road as it is now. It had a good bridge. It was very rough; you would go out of one pothole into another. 

How long do you reckon that road has been there? Could you work it out? 

We don’t know who built the road, but we always believed it was convicts. You could see where they blasted it with gelignite.

They call this Frere’s Crossing. Frere must have come here before this bridge was here. Etchell came here before this bridge was here. Because we know that the bridge was built in about 1900 – 1901 and your father did the stonework here, so they probably would have done the whole lot together. 

I think that the bridge was built before that Keith when I think over it, because when we came down here, my mother and Mrs Taylor who lived opposite, Mrs Piggott’s mother, they used to come down here in the old cart. We used to have about 12 kerosene tins to take water home and they used to do their washing on the bank there. That went on for some time in the first year that we here because we had no water up there. I remember seeing wallabies up there lying on the rocks when they were washing here. 

Talking about wallabies, did you ever see Koalas here? 

Oh, dozens of them. I don’t mean in one time, but in the years that I lived in the old bush, which I suppose, was about 8 years, we used to see them often, one or two perhaps in a day. There were quite a number of them throughout the country.

                                               James Longhurst photographed in 1920


 
 
Further into the interview James Longhurst talks about Frere:
 
What sort of a house did Frere have? Have you any idea? 
He had an old slab place. He had two places; one was built of weatherboard if I remember right. The other one was the place where he cooked and had his meals. I remember once we wanted to get off a bit early and the fellows sent me up to turn the clock on. I went up and I didn’t know much about a clock. I got hold of the thing and I started twisting. Anyway I heard his cough, everyone knew his cough, and he was just behind. I put the thing down and scooted out the other door and the alarm went off.  
 
What sort of cough did Frere have? I’ve heard you speak of this cough. 
I was going to talk about his cough. He had a very peculiar cough. You’ve asked me and I’ll have to go a little way and relate. Once Bert was sent to get Darkie, the old horse used to take us about, as it was a pretty big place that he had from the vineyard to his home. Bert was sent to get the horse and he found the horse and we found Bert, five of us and we all piled on behind Bert on the horse. I was on the tail just hanging on as there wasn’t any more room and presently around the corner we heard the old fellow coughing and if you could have seen us slide off that horse. Only Bert remained. I went over his tail and the others went off the side. That cough was what I heard when I went to do the clock.  
The last time I heard that cough was the last time I saw Old Frere. I don’t talk out of disrespect when I say old; we always called him Old Frere. We were children and he was about 40 I suppose. I was working in Sydney when I was about 16 and a half and I was going from the railway up to Bow Street and I got up to Crown Street and I was walking along there and I saw an old man going along there. I didn’t take any notice of him and presently he coughed and I looked round and sure enough it was Old Frere. I was glad to see him and I don’t know why I didn’t talk to him. It was he and he was walking along there coughing and only Frere had that cough. That was the last time I saw him.
 
Do you remember how much wine he made or how he got rid of it? 
 
I don’t know how much he made or how he got rid of it. I know carts used to come from this direction past our place at midnight and two in the morning, that sort of thing. Why I don’t know.








Wilfred Longhurst, Alfred Longhurst and Andy Johnson sitting on bridge at Frere's Crossing, Kentlyn in the 1920s

 
 
Written by Andrew Allen


Sources:

Interview with Keith and James Longhurst, 12 June 1976,  Held at Local Studies section, HJ Daley Library

Macarthur Advertiser, August 16, 1995 p21

HOLMES, Marie
"Snippets of History of the Georges River"
In Grist Mills
Vol.16, No. 1, p

 
 

Monday, 24 October 2011

Fatal Magpie Attack


With magpie season drawing to an end, I thought it was timely to draw your attention to a sad accident that occurred in October 1954. A three year old boy by the name of Ronald Scott was swooped by a magpie in a paddock near his home in Kentlyn. Ronald and his mother were picking peas when the magpie attacked. The boy was so terrified by the attack that a pea pod he was chewing became stuck in his throat. He was rushed to the local doctor but was dead on arrival from asphyxiation. The pea was later found in Ronald's throat by the local doctor.

Ronald Scott's grave in St John's Catholic Cemetery in Campbelltown can be seen in the above photograph.


Written by Andrew Allen