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Dick Mallett – North Casino
The family first farmed on the Red Hill at Tatham. They share farmed for Henry and Amy Boyter milking cows and receiving 1d for a pound of butter. This farm is where Trevor and Wendy Bryant now live. Tragedy struck the family in 1935 when Dick Snr died from tetanus as a result of an infected tooth. Annie moved back to the family farm at Clovass.
Helen Trustum Dick was born Frederick Mallett (Dick) on 20th September 1935 to parents Frederick Henry (Dick Snr) and Annie Mallett nee Schieler. Frederick, was the son of Edward (Ted) and Mary Mallett. The family lived at Clovass. They had moved there from Caniaba then later, moved to Byron Bay. Annie’s father, Philip Schieler married Theresa Kempnich in 1887. Their family; Francis, Philip, William (Killed in Action in WW1), Margaret, Rosalie. Also, an unnamed child, where Theresa lost her life, plus her child in 1897. Ann Mallet
Philip remarried in 1899 to Mary Haydon and their family names are Joseph, Mary, John, Annie (Dick’s mother) and Antonio. Philip and Mary later moved to Clovass in 1915 along with his two brothers and a sister, where Schielers Road is named after him. It was the first farm split off from the Tomki Homestead. The year 1915 will be long remembered as the one of the biggest droughts in history. Only 7 inches of rain fell for the entire year. A well was dug and at 29 feet where they struck water. This well, watered 3 herds of cattle in that year and has never been dry. Clovass was named after Clovass House in Ireland. Philip’s parents were Jodocus (Jost) and Christina Scheiler from Germany. They arrived in Australia on 18th September 1855 and first settled in Braidwood then Greenridge in 1886. He Phillip Scheiler with daughter Molly selected 365 acres where the land was cleared to grow corn and grapes. After the disastrous 1887 flood in which his vines were destroyed, he started again on higher ground where he built along with his son Josh a wine shop on the Casino/Coraki road opposite the Greenridge School. Disaster struck in 1914 where house and wine shop were burnt to the ground.
Dick with “Combo”
The children attended Clovass Public School walking the three miles. The school consisted of one room. Dick remembers Clarrie Hermann, Johnny Brooker and Johnny Cowan as special friends at school. Teachers over the time were Mr Ward, Mr Abernethy and Ida Murray. He remembers a very sad time for Tatham in the June 1945 flood when Clarrie Hermann’s mother and her four children were drowned in the vicinity of Ray Misons farm. Mrs Mavis Hermann was 37 and the children were 7 months to 8 years. They were drowned when their boat in which they were being taken to safety capsized when they were crossing a gully that lead to the Dick and Fay’s wedding - 1970 river. The family lived on the property that is now owned by Brian Hamilton. Mr Hermann was left with three children Clarrie, Lennie and Patty. Tremendous damage was done to crops and fences were swept away in what was one of the worst floods in history. A very distressing time and one Dick will always remember. Dick began working with horses on the farm at the age of 11 years. He would have to climb up on a cream can to put the collars on the horses. Upon finishing school Dick began working for Betty and Harry Elliott at Clovass, he remained with them for five years. He returned home to the farm in 1961 when his Uncle Jo was not well. His Uncle passed away and Dick remained on the farm.
Philip died 13th August 1935 aged 78 years, Theresa in 1897 and Mary on 23rd January 1916 aged 52 years. All buried in West Street Cemetery, Casino. Frederick (Dick Snr) Mallett married Annie Florence Schieler on 29th June 1932 in Casino. Family; Josie, Dick and Trevor. 8
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Frederick (Dick Snr) passed away 20th March 1935 aged 32 years and Annie passed away 25th January 1969 aged 64 years.
Frederick Mallett
Josie married Wilf Warren, Dick
married Fay Hammond and Trevor married Margaret Stocks.
Granny Mallet with Josie and Dick
In 1971 Dick began working for Len Day (LV Day) in Casino. His brother Trevor and Harold Smith owned the business. He was still with them when it was called Days Machinery and was awarded top salesman in Australia and New Zealand in 1988. Ross Shields purchased the first International Header Dick sold. Warren Rogers at Pimlico purchased seven Internationals tractors over the time from him. Dick remained with Days Machinery for over 20 years until Fay became ill and he returned home to look after her. Fay passed away on 21st August 1995. Their two boys Andrew and Peter were a great support for Dick. Andrew married Kim Dorrington – family Joshua and Kayla; Peter married Allison Barbagello and their family are Lachlan and Izaac. A great tradition in the Mallett Family is recording the rainfall. Dick has records going back to 1887 recorded by his Grandfather Philip Schieler. Dick remarked, “ what is being said about Climate Change, nothing has changed and nothing will change. We will always have floods, droughts, Josie and Dick wind and heat. Who is going to change the weather.” He remembers the shocking floods of 1945, 48, 54 and 56. Reminiscing on early Casino, Dick remembers helping Alf Ranson deliver eggs to Jack Black for the Mable Bar. He won’t forget all those steps that led up to the kitchen. Delivering calves to the old saleyards in Dyraaba Street (now
Josie, Dick and Trevor on the farm
Casino Joinery) and pigs across the road in a 1946 Chev ute which he purchased of Len Day for 100 pound in 1962. Dick remember’s the cream carrier Vic Nippress where the cream was picked up Dick’s first tractor - International 1960. and taken to the Casino Butter Factory. On their return trip, items such as bread and ice for the ice chest he would deliver. A wonderful service was done by the cream carrier. Dick’s mother would often keep things cold by lowering them down the well. When George Nowlan would come out to fix the windmill the first thing he would do was dip a billy down the well for a drink. This is the well that was dug in Dick on the farm with Holly - 2006 1915 and still in use. Show day was a grand affair and enjoyed by all, the annual trip to Casino show. Dick remembers the old showground which was on the hill behind St Michaels Nursing Home. You would enter through the gate that is now Light Street. Business’s in Casino Heathwoods, Glyns, Smiths; Dentists - Hume, Mortimer, Wardell; Doctors -Jabour, Standish and Small; Chemists - Locketts, Johnsons and Skullys; and of course The Marble Bar. Dick has a set of wire strainers (only 2 in Australia) with a motor bike chain works on cogs. Gordon Schieler has the other one. They were made by Frank Schieler. Dick, who has just had his 84th birthday, now resides Dick with trophy - 1988 in Sherwood Park, North Casino and travels each day to the farm to do chores. Always watching to see when the next lot of rain will fall. This is still the original Mallett farm that was purchased all those years ago. Dick now has the pleasure of living with good friend Betty Fletcher. Since Betty has come into Dick’s life in 1996 they have had many trips away including New Zealand and Tasmania. For his 80th birthday Dick and Betty went to Norfolk Island. A trip they enjoyed immensely. Ref; From the files at the Richmond River Historical Society also Dick Mallett 17/9/2019.
Betty, Dick and Holly - Sept 2019
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School of the Air
Pulling into the drive-way Bell, my dog greets me with her sloppy kisses and wild whipping tail. Something tells me that she loves the new nail colour I have chosen and agrees that the shade of pale pink will certainly pop against the slightly browned grass that sheets the farms ground. Checking the water tank, I realise its time to pump some water. Gracefully climbing down the ladder, Bell senses that we are about to embark on yet another farm saga. Tossing the petrol in the back of the car, we head down the paddock toward the creek. Filling the pump with petrol, it becomes clear that maybe I should have brought a funnel to assist with my pouring technique. Successfully getting some fuel into the actual tank, I push the on button and pull the cord, which can only be described as a small leap into the air, as if you were trying to get last seasons jeans on by jumping and pulling at the same time. Getting back to the house we realise the water isn’t reaching the desired destination. Near to the house I see the polly pipe had burst apart and there was water gushing out all over the crunchy grass beneath. Stopping the pump, the fixing process begins and although the thistles and biting flies are doing my head in, I succeed, and the pipe is reconnected‌. visually at least. Once again, I start the pump and the same thing happens. My dog backs away, knowing that my reaction will be a version of the English language that should never be said especially with the surrounding hills creating some impressive acoustics. It was then obvious that further attention was required to the effected section of pipe. Taking a picture on my phone I knew I was armed with appropriate evidence for the unsuspecting workers at the irrigation shop the next day. At this point we were done on this task for the day but to use the day light we had left, Bell and I decided to get the tractor and slasher out and see if we couldn’t sort some of these weeds out. A short 20mimutes later I finally release the hand break and my tractor is cruising down the paddock slashing the grass like terminator in extreme slow motion. As much as I trust the torch on my phone to be able to see to drive my tractor at night, I decide to call it a day and head home just before dark. Smiling to myself like a Cheshire Cat, I thought to myself how I was starting to really get the hang of this farming extravaganza. Approaching the very last hill before putting my machinery away in the shed, I remember the advice given to me when driving the tractor up an incline. Looking at it now, I should have written down exactly what was said to me because I can guarantee that if you put your tractor in 3rd gear and in high range, you will not make it up the hill. Almost to the top of the hill the tractor stops and rolls backward down the hill with a squealing girl, gripping onto life like two sides of a zipper on a cute Chanel dress. After a short pep talk and some deep breathing, I decide that it was a lesson learnt that I will never forget again. Reassessing my choice, I decide to try again using a different gear and range which carried me to a victorious park in the shed. Sometimes even with the perfect shade of pink nail colour, you wont necessarily have a perfect day. A new day you can reset tomorrow and if need be reapplying a fresh coat of varnish. 10 | Heartland Magazine
On the 8th of June 1951, the first School of The Air opened and began educating children in remote areas. Miss Adelaide Miethke, who was a member of the Royal Flying Doctors first came up with the idea in 1944, when she saw a way through radio to connect school-teachers with the children who lived too far from towns to attend conventional schools. In 1950 Miss Adelaide approached John Flynn, founder of Royal Flying Doctors, to ask permission for a trial using the RFD radio system. In 1951 the first School of The Air was opened in Alice Springs. In the beginning the students were only able to hear their teachers and were not able to respond. Later with the two-way radio students were able to respond to their teachers and speak to other kids. Lessons were overseen by a parent of a governess who would help the children with their long- distance education. The distance may still be the same in kms but with technology today the gap seems smaller. School of The Air is now helped along with internet connections which allows students to email, skype, video link and connect with their teachers and class-mates on a more personal level. The school still has many of the conventional aspects of regular schools with the students participating in excursions as well as being represented by school captains and have a school magazine. School of the Air has the motto, Parted but united and this has been the true aim of the school allowing children in remote or difficult to reach areas be a part of a community while reaching their educational full potential.
HEARTLAND MAGAZINE ON THE ROAD Located 8 km west of Mungindi on the Carnarvon Highway is the One Ton Post. It’s a marker of sheer determination - in the thick of the bush outside Mungindi, the One Ton Post stands out as a remarkable physical monument erected by surveyor JB Cameron to mark the end of the arduous three year task of surveying the straight section of the Queensland/ New South Wales border, from Cameron Corner to the Barwon River. Following the completion of the survey from Barrigun to Cameron Corner, JB Cameron then set out to survey the 199.5 miles east from Barrigun to the Barwon River. The One Ton Post was placed on the west bank of the Barwon River near Mungindi to mark the end of the survey of the twentyninth parallel (degree of latitude) in October 1881. Remarkably, you can place your hands on the very peg that JB Cameron erected with his own hands over a century ago. It gets better; the One Ton Post is the original survey peg whereas at Cameron Corner, sadly they’ve had to replace theirs with a cement marker. ** The second paragraph of the sign at the marker (which is almost certainly the largest survey marker in the country) reads: “The absolute determination of the 29th parallel was begun in 1879 when surveyors George C Watson from Qld, and John B Cameron from NSW met at Barringun. Moving west they experienced floods and droughts. These, coupled with disagreement with the younger Cameron, caused Watson to withdraw at the 100-mile post. However, Cameron persevered to reach the South Australia Border some 12 months later. The survey east from Barringun was much easier and he reached the Barwon at Mungindi in October 1881. To celebrate the conclusion of a very difficult survey Cameron cut and placed a one-ton post on the bank of the Barwon River, three miles west of Mungindi. It still remains as a testament of Cameron’s achievement and is believed to be the largest wooden survey peg in Australia.”
Roma’s largest bottle tree, which has the incredible girth of 9.51 metres, a height of six metres and a crown of 20 metres, was transplanted by Roma Town Council to its present location from a local property in 1927. The tree was well grown at the time of the transplant and quite possibly originated in the nineteenth century.
Mellors Drapery Store Mellors Drapery Store at 28 Capper Street is a true rarity: it is one of the few buildings in Australia which still uses a ‘flying fox’ to deal with transactions. A ‘flying fox’ recalls a time where there were no computers, no bar codes, no cash registers and, because they could employ so many people, department stores used wonderful, humanintensive devices to deal with all transactions. Two people for every sale! This is how it worked. Say, hypothetically, I went into the menswear section to buy a shirt. I would purchase the shirt. The salesperson would write out a docket in duplicate (there was carbon paper which would copy your handwriting from the original docket to one below it). He or she would then place the docket with my money into a canister which would then be placed on a metal wire which ran up to an office in the middle of the store. The canister would be sent hurtling up the wire until it reached a person in an office above the sales floor. That person would remove the canister, check the docket and the money, place the change and a receipt in the canister and send it whizzing back to the salesperson. With the arrival of cash registers these wonderfully arcane devices started to disappear. In Gayndah there is one that still operates at Mellors Drapery. It is a novelty. The people who run the store – Robert and Marion Hodgson – have maintained it and, because it has been filmed a number of times – they attract tourists from all over the world. The Hodson’s are proud of the fact that a couple from the Netherlands actually travelled all the way to Gayndah to see this strange antiquated “cash register”.
The trout at St. George. (Brand New)
Picnic Point Lookout at Toowoomba. The panoramic views from Toowoomba’s heritagelisted Picnic Point Lookout and Parkland - 160-acres perched high on the crest of the Great Dividing Range, overlooking Main Range and the Lockyer Valley.
The Big Orange at Gayndah.
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Geoff Hannah
Geoff Hannah “ I was born in 1948 in a house called Ventura Private Hospital, Coraki. I was adopted out as a newborn pretty much. Mum and Dad, Dave and Ruth Hannah came and adopted me, and we lived in Busby’s Flat which is inland from Casino. That’s where Mum grew up. Dad was a sleeper cutter and a girder cutter. Sleepers for railways and girders for bridges. We moved to a dairy farm at Wyrallah and then another farm at Coorabell. When I was 13, we moved to Lismore. I’m not sure why as I never asked. It could’ve been that Dad was over dairy farming or it could have been to make it easier for me to get a job. Dad got a job at the city Engineers as a sandblaster. I went to Lismore High for 6 months, left and got a job at Brown & Jolly in town when I was only 14. Brown & Jolly were the largest country home furnishers in NSW. They serviced what they sold so if there was a washing machine for sale, they had a washing machine mechanic, a TV, they had a TV repairman. If they sold furniture, we repaired it and we also built furniture. Curtains, upholstery, French polishers, they had it all. I had to go to Tafe… Well Tech it was called back then, to do Carpentry which had nothing to do with what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to be there. The teachers were great, but I didn’t want to be there. I ended up just building furniture. I didn’t know I was adopted until I was 17. I was looking through a green tin for receipts we always had at home. I unfolded a piece of paper and it was my original birth certificate. I was born Stuart Geoffrey Grainger. My birth mother was Margaret Rennie Quickshank Stuart. She married an Athol Grainger who got shot down in the 2nd world war. When she came to Australia from Scotland where her husband’s family was, she had me, but she adopted me out. My birth certificate had Stuart Geoffrey Grainger to be known as Geoffrey Stuart. Mum and Dad never changed it when they adopted me. I was known as Geoffrey Stuart Hannah. I did get a shock when I found that bit of paper. I remember the moment vividly when I found it. I looked at Mum and I said… Mum, what’s this all about? Mum said…But you’re happy aren’t you love? and ever since that day I never brought it up because I knew how bloody upset the whole show was. I could see it in her face. That one little question told a story, so I never said anything. I was never worried about finding my birth mother because I loved my parents. Mum and Dad had a son 5 years after me called Richard Henry Hannah. Dad passed away first, then my brother and then Mum was the last to pass on. They all reckoned I should have found my birth 28 | Heartland Magazine
mother. In 1969 I married, and I tried to find my birth mother. The info came back as…your mother resided in a coastal town; your father is unknown. Then it all changed. People were able to access more information. I still wasn’t worried about it but when The Hannah Cabinet was being built, for 6 1/2 years I put it out there asking… What do you call the love of a family? What is the word for that? I thought, what is the word for someone who adopts you, who doesn’t have much and went without so much. This little family I had who loved me...What is the word for it? I asked the question everywhere, but nothing worked. I thought of The Hannah Cabinet after Mum, Dad and Richie. I thought it sounded a bit conceited but then I settled on that name because it’s not named after me. It’s named after my Mum, Dad and brother, my immediate family. I got a job as a Cabinet Maker and did my trade with Wilbur Willis. I was his last Apprentice. When Wilbur retired, I took over before leaving in 1973 to start my own business…I think it was called Hannah’s Period Reproductions. I did a lot of restoration then started making furniture and I never stopped. I live in Jubilee St, Lismore which is why I named the new building Jubilee House. I invented the house. It’s Italian and Roman architecture mixed together. My wife and daughter in-law started doing research when my birth certificate came back. They felt like Perry Mason. The search found a Bill (now deceased) and Gladys Grainger in South Lismore. My heart was racing, so close to home. My birth mother lived at Green Forest which is between here and Coraki. This info is in the book I wrote (available at Lismore Regional Gallery. I was too scared to call Bill, so Rhonda did it. We went to their house; I bought a cake for afternoon tea and I was pretty anxious. We were sitting on the lounge and I had a lump in my throat. I said Bill! YES!! he said loudly…he’s a bit deaf. I said I’ve come to ask you about Margaret Rennie Quickshank Stuart, well… she’s my birth mother. Deafening silence followed. Oh well… he said eventually. Do you know you have 2 brothers? I’ll be damned! He said. He phoned my brother Rennie and we met. I was hiding when Reynold came to meet me. I was so nervous. I found out there was 10 of us. Actually there’s 15 with both sides. I was awarded the Churchill Fellowship in 1980 and I went to London and Paris. I didn’t want to do any hands on work there, I wanted to be able to take the drawers out of Louis XV’s desk or Marie Antoinette’s cabinet. I wanted to open it and look at it. That was my request and it
Aussie English is Ridgey-Didge Mate As Australians we often use words and sayings that to other Englishspeaking countries are out of context or sometimes inappropriate. With each generation language changes and evolves and abbreviations are often very different and relevant to each particular generation. To hear some of the classic old sayings now days is often met with laughter but to have fun with words while still commenting on the world as it is a fair dinkum good time.
was granted to me. I would go into The Louvre after hours when that floor was shut, and I had such wonderful privileges. I couldn’t speak a bloody word of French, but I made an effort. The only word that stuck in my mind was when it was 6pm we’d say Bonsoir and people would say…oh you speak French? (laughs). I returned to Australia and part of The Churchill Fellowship is you have to share your knowledge which I’ve been doing since 1980. I haven’t stopped teaching from that time. I started working on the Hannah Cabinet in 2001. That was the 4th cabinet. The first one I made was when I came back from overseas and that was the Bicentennial Cabinet. The next one was Dad’s Cabinet and is referred to as The Yarralumla Cabinet which is in Government House. That financed the Australian Cabinet which went to Belgium which helped finance The Hannah Cabinet. After the Hannah Cabinet I made The Chinoiserie Cabinet which will be back here in Lismore Regional Gallery in February. I started Jubilee House 3 years ago. I have worked on it day and night and Jubilee House is on display in the gallery. The exhibition is on display now at the Lismore Regional Gallery until the 1st December. It’s called Chesta Drawz and The Lowboys which is made up of my students work. Some of my students have been with me for 18 years. This is the last one I’m going to commit to though. I want to slow down. I’m 71 and I need to bloody slow down. I’m here doing presentations at the gallery; I do some with school kids and I have so many things I need to do. I married in 1969. I met Rhonda when she was 13 and I was 16 when she visited my neighbour. We just had our 50th wedding anniversary. We have a daughter Amorette who is married to Bryce. They have Hannah May and Adam. Our son is Stewart James and he married Stephanie Basso Cooper. They have Daisy Louise and Sonny James. That’s my family. I grew up here on a flood plain. When it floods we have to move. It’s what we deal with and I have a flood plan. We’ve managed to live here in Lismore, raise our family here. They went through Public School, got jobs locally and we all survived here in Lismore without having to go anywhere else. We’ve made a living and we love our community here.”
Do the Harry In 1967 Harold Holt disappeared off Victoria’s coast and his body has never been found. Many conspiracy theories were born and to do the Harry Holt means to do the bolt of leave unexpectedly. Ripsnorter This expression is used when something particularly good happens. The word has been abbreviated and is used as simply ripper these days. Wrap Your Laughing Gear Around That To wrap your laughing gear around something refers to your mouth, so to wrap your laughing gear around something means to eat something. Buckleys’s Chance William Buckley was Australia’s very own Robinson Crusoe, a man who escaped a convict ship during the first attempt to settle Melbourne in 1803. Three decades later, colonials returned to find a tattooed, two-meter tall, long-bearded man with half Aboriginal children who spoke tribal tongue. He picked up English within days. Carrying on like a pork chop Acting like a crazy fool. Spit the dummy To throw a tantrum or to get angry over something trivial. Tinnie A can of beer or an aluminium fishing boat. Ridgey-Didge On the level, the real deal. Shark biscuit Refers to someone who is learning to surf. Playing for sheep stations Usually meant as a dig that something isn’t so important. Flat out like a lizard drinking The literal sense is to lie fully stretched out (like a lizard), and the figurative sense means as fast as possible. The phrase also alludes to the rapid tongue-movement of a drinking lizard. Rhyming slang terms Al capone- “telephone”. Strangely enough not used in US English. Also, someone who is always talking on his mobile phone is called Elliot, as in “Elliot Ness on the Al Capone”. billy lids - “kids”. Also tin lids (also Cockney rhyming slang.) or, more rarely, saucepan lids. Tin Lids was used by Jimmy Barnes’ four children as their recording name. cheese and kisses - “missus”, wife. Dad ‘n’ Dave - “shave”. From the famous comic characters created by Steel Rudd. Fiddly-did - “quid”, after a one pound note. Not used since decimal currency was introduced in 1966. Ginger beer – “engineer”; also “queer” (homosexual) in Cockney rhyming slang. Joe Blake - “snake” Kevin Sheedy - “seedy” (unwell) (Kevin Sheedy was a Melbourne footballer). loaf of bread - “head”. Moreton Bay Fig - “wig”, after the type of tree. Pen and Ink - “Stink” Royce Hart - “fart”, gas or wind from the abdomen. Royce Hart was a Melbourne footballer. Stuey Diver - “fiver”, five-dollar (originally five-pound) note. tin tank - “bank”. Uncle Gus - “bus” Wallaby Ted - “rooted” (Rooted), tired from strenuous activity.
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My Education - continued from page 30 attain this and he said that the easiest way was to enrol as a student and come back to school. I told him that I was twenty-three years old and he said that he would be happy to accept me as a student. He said that fulltime instruction with qualified teachers was the easiest way to go. He said that I could be exempted from non-academic activities like sport, P. E., assemblies and scripture, but I would be required to attend all the lessons on which I would be examined. He said that if I were absent from lessons for any reason he would accept a note written by me – a note from my mother wouldn’t be necessary. I was told that I couldn’t bring alcohol to school and that if I felt the need for a smoke I would have to go out on the footpath. I told him I didn’t suffer from either of these vices. I queried him on alternative ways of studying for the exam. He said that I could just get a copy of the examination topics and study them at home on my own. This, he assured me, was by far the most difficult way but the most flexible. The other alternative was to attend the Technical College at night if a course was offered. These courses were available in Sydney and some of the larger cities but rarely in towns the size of Casino. As it was too late to begin study that year I decided to think about my options for a while. Later in the year there was an advertisement in The Northern Star seeking people who would be interested in studying for the Qualifying and Matriculation exam next year. It said that this course was equivalent to the Leaving Certificate. This course had never been offered on the North Coast before. I couldn’t believe my luck. There was to be a meeting at the Lismore Technical College one evening about a week after the ad. I attended the meeting along with about twenty other interested people. We were told that the course would be divided into two stages, which were equivalent to fourth and fifth year at high school. It would take two years and would occupy four nights each week. There needed to be a minimum of twelve people to begin the course. Subjects were discussed and by the end of the night the group had decided on English, General Mathematics, Economics, History and Geography. To matriculate would require a pass in all five subjects but because we would be sitting as Private Study Students it was thought that five subjects would be enough for most of us to keep up with. The course began in 1964 with sixteen participants. I was one of them. Two dropped out very early in the year but the rest persisted. We all studied hard at home and attended the classes at night. Teachers from Richmond River High School instructed us, and they enjoyed the experience of teaching adults. We were assessed constantly, and the teachers were extremely helpful. Mostly we were given the same assignments that the teachers were giving their school students. At the end of the stage one we were given the same exams as the school students and although the school students didn’t know it, our results were ranked with theirs. Most of us surprised ourselves. With our group and the sixty plus fourth year students from Richmond River High School, I was given third place in Geography and twenty-fourth place in English. My other results fell between these. I knew I would have to put more effort into English next year. 1965 was the last official year of The Leaving Certificate. 1966 would be a year with only a small group of examinees because all New South Wales high schools were changing from five years to six years of instruction. In 1967 the final exam was to be called The Higher School Certificate. The Intermediate Certificate, which was undertaken in year nine, would change to the School Certificate in year ten. I returned to the Technical College in 1965 to undertake stage two, the final year of high school study. Work continued from where we left off last year and we gained another student. There was also an intake of new participants for stage one. The same teachers instructed both stages in the same room. Stage two people often helped stage one and we realised that to some degree we were all motivated and mostly were teaching ourselves but with the guidance of the teachers. We continued to do the same assignments as the students at school and in many cases performed better then they did. Toward the end of the year we were given forms to fill in. These were applications to sit for the Leaving Certificate. We had to nominate a high school at which to sit the exam. I nominated Casino High School. In due course I was informed that my application to sit as a Private Study Student was successful. I was given an examination number and a Leaving Certificate timetable. We also had the opportunity to sit for the equivalent examination, The Qualifying and Matriculation exam, at the Technical College. I elected to sit only for the Leaving Certificate. I called at the high school to see the principal a few days before the exam and he said that he had been surprised to see my name on the list of candidates sitting at his school. When I didn’t return to enrol at the school he had assumed that I had abandoned the idea.
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Seating was arranged according to the examination number that had been given to each participant. I attended each appointed exam and sat amongst the school students. At the first exam, English, most of them looked at ‘this old bloke doing his L. C.’ Testing took a couple of weeks and I was glad to see the end of it. I had applied for a scholarship for the Teacher Training course at Armidale Teachers College. All I had to do now was to wait for the results. These arrived by registered mail in mid January and were published in the Sydney Morning Herald. Marks were given as “A’s” or “B’s” or “F’s”. No score was indicated unless you received an ‘F’. In this case a negative number would indicate how many marks you failed by. I had “B’s” in all subjects except English. It scored an “F –3”. There was an address to which you could write if you wanted subjects remarked. Each subject remark cost ten shillings. I sent ten shillings and requested a remark of my English paper. After a few weeks I received a letter saying that the remark had confirmed that the original score was correct. A scholarship to teachers college required a pass in English and at least four other subjects. No scholarship was offered. I decided to repeat stage two with the few people that were doing stage two in 1966. This would be the last chance to obtain a Leaving Certificate. The Higher School Certificate was very different and it would have been necessary to start stage one all over again if I wasn’t successful this time. The English topics had changed. We studied different texts in Literature, and all the poetry and novels were different. I had to catch up with the rest of the group. I worked very hard on English this year. The only schools in the region that were holding Leaving Certificate exams in 1966 were Grafton High School, Murwillumbah High School and Richmond River High School in Lismore. I applied to sit the exam in Lismore. There were only about twenty students sitting the exam with me this time. The large school hall looked almost empty. As I left the hall for the last time, I had finally finished my secondary education. This time the results arrived before Christmas and I had been awarded five “B’s” and no “F’s”. The teachers college intake for this year had been cut back drastically because there had been the expectation that there would be almost no students sitting the L. C. As I had attained a minimum pass I wasn’t one of the few who were offered a scholarship. I put the idea of being a teacher aside once again. continued in Issue 37 of Heartland Magazine - Teachers College
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Heartland Profile - Thomas Hartsuyker
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Bringing a little piece of home with him, Thomas Hartsuyker has created a fascinating world built on hard work and passion. From the canals and narrow houses of Amsterdam, to the Big Banana and Tom (left) and younger brother (right) abundant wildlife of Coffs Harbour, Tom never wanted to leave Australia because of the freedom and life style we are fortunate enough to have. The Clog Barn Holiday Park in Coffs Harbour is now home to Tom, but having come so far from across the world, he has truly become part of the Coffs Harbour Community while allowing Australia to welcome and encourage his journey and the life he has built here. Thomas Hartsuyker was born on the 7th of September in 1932 to Thomas and Antje Hartsuyker. Being the oldest of his two younger siblings Rinske and Bob, Tom grew Tom and his family up in Amsterdam, Netherlands. Although Amsterdam was never bombed in the war, Thomas attended school which was held in cellars to protect the children from possible bombings overhead. Times were precarious and Thomas was often hungry but was also happy and hopeful for the future. Although the Netherlands was neutral in WW2, Nazi Germany invaded on 10th of May 1940. On 15th May 1940, one day after the bombing of Rotterdam, the Dutch forces surrendered. In many areas of the Netherlands, Germany occupied and continued until they surrendered in 1945. Growing up in these uncertain times was alarming but Tom in the small shed he lived in when he very first instilled a gratitude for came to Australia life and set in place a work ethic to have a solid future which centred around family and community.
Tom on his very first day arriving in Australia (1950)
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Leaving school at the age of 14, Tom attended trade school and studied carpentry. Starting out as an apprentice carpenter, Tom was not on a set salary or wage, but rather what his boss thought what his work was worth. Working on small building sites, Tom worked on house renovations and honed his skills as an experienced carpenter. Tom in his wedding suit!
Heartland Profile - Thomas Hartsuyker Tom worked for a foreman who brought him to Australia, who was to look after him as a son. The foreman ended up in Perth and Tom found himself in Sydney in 1951. Through a chance meeting, a Dutch man, Tom and Rita building their first home he had met on the ship helped Tom get his start in Sydney. Living in a small shed for many years, Tom worked and eventually started his own business in Muswellbrook. His business was very successful and operated for 30 years. It was clear that Tom had fit into Australian life perfectly with work and an active social life. He did all the regular things a young Tom with another one of his new cars (he is quite the man would at that car man!) time which included going to Saturday night dances where he met Rita. Tom married his wife, Rita in 1958 and had 2 children. Luke was the first of the boys with John being born 2 years later. At the age of 50 years old Tom moved to Coffs Harbour.
Tom and his second car he bought
In 1984, Thomas and his wife Rita, with their sons Luke and John began Coffs Harbour Clog Barn. Buying the caravan park originally, Tom and his sons built the main building and later extended it in 1986 to include Big Oma’s Coffee House.
Coming from the Netherlands to Australia 68 years ago, Thomas Hartsuyker has spent that time creating a life and business for not only for himself but for the wider community. Following his passion and working hard for his business, the Clog Barn has flourished and become a Coffs Harbour icon.
Thomas working at The Clog Barn - Coffs Harbour
The family business has been a incredible journey and has set up a secure future for the family and the employees that are a part of The Clog Barn family. Now 87 years old Tom still works and enjoys being surrounded by family and visitors.
Rita, Tom and Sally at a small bridge where the Clog Barn is now built (bridge built by Tom’s father)
Building the business and taking inspiration from overseas, Thomas and his family began making a miniature Dutch Village allowing tourists and travellers to enjoy a taste of Holland through the culture of which Tom has originated from. The village hosts replicas of actual buildings in Holland as well as working windmills and a garden railway. Acquiring the machinery from Canberra, John holds free clog making demonstrations daily and Tom creates new models for the miniature Dutch Village. The work ethic and passion for life has been passed down to Tom’s two sons with Luke becoming a successful politician in the National Party. He has been a member of the House of Representatives from 2001 to 2019 for the division of Cowper. John keeps the family business running and dedicates his time to growing and expanding The Clog Barn. The business takes a team to run, with accommodation and a souvenir shop onsite. The business employs 23 Employees, with 10 being family members. Tom and his family have met all types of interesting people through their time at the Clog Barn with travellers, tourists and locals passing through the doors.
Thomas the craftsman and his works of art
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