Since volunteering at the Lansborough Museum I have been able to “demonstrate” the operation of this old model Intertype to visiting primary school children.
They were actually interested and amazed that a 96 year old machine still worked.
I have located the manufacture date, which the museum was very pleased about which was 26 Oct 1918.
The area was first settled in 1871 by Issac Burgess. At the time the settlement was known as Mellum Creek. It became a stopping point for Cobb & Co on the route from Brisbane to the new goldfields at Gympie. By 1877 Mellum Creek had a two storey hotel, a store and a butchers shop to service the passing trade and the local residents.
In 1890 the rail line through town was opened and the name changed to Landsborough after the explorer William Landsborough (1825-1886). He was the first explorer to cross the continent from north to south and was also one of the people chosen to lead expeditions to find Burke and Wills.
Landsborough was a logging town and the logs which had previously been either milled here or floated down the Mellum Creek could now be sent by train, so in 1890 Campbell and Sons moved their mill from Landsborough to Albion.
Always slightly overshadowed by it’s bigger neighbours Landsborough retains the charm of a small town, in the beautiful Sunshine Coast hinterland.
Since childhood, baker José Paronella had dreamed of building a Moorish castle.
In 1913, the adventurous then 26-year-old left his village in Catalonia and moved to tropical northern Australia. There, he eventually found wealth as a sugar cane farmer, and was able to pursue his dream.
In 1929, Paronella purchased a plot of rainforest in Queensland and began building his castle by hand, using sand, clay, old train tracks, gravel from the nearby creek, and wood taken from abandoned houses.
By 1935, the structure had expanded to include a pool, cafe, cinema and ballroom, as well as tennis courts and villa gardens with a grand staircase – all open to the public.
After Paronella’s death in 1948, the building suffered decades of neglect, but conservation efforts mean the castle is alive again.
Lush tropical plants have encroached upon and mingled with Paronella’s hand-built stairs and fountains, making them look like they sprouted from their natural surroundings.
On Australia Day, I had one too many drinks at a mate’s place and, long story short, I was arrested for obstructing a fire fighter. Because I was on court-ordered parole for being a drunken fool on a previous occasion and resisting arrest four months before, I was sent to jail for three months.
Over those three months, I had a lot of time to myself, and on occasion spent time writing poetry.
I’m surrounded by so many stories,
Some tales of bravery, derring-do and cunning.
Some tell of glorious times where the heists were perfect, women were plentiful and the drugs flowed endlessly.
Sadly, though, underpinning nearly all of them are some of the most horrific stories of how not to raise children I could never have imagined by myself. So much physical and sexual abuse directed at children.
So many stories of cooking meth, violence, long days of drug-fueled rampages, suicide attempts, lost loved ones, universal hatred of authority, paedophiles; “dogs”.
The “Boneyard” is where the dogs go.
Protective Custody. If you’re there, you know that everyone in “Mainstream” hates you, and doesn’t regret it.
Even though I’m still learning the ways of the prison system, I’ve found that I was always (somewhat) safe amongst convicted killers, fraudsters, drug-dealers and manufacturers, or people guilty of all manner of violent crimes and a myriad of other crimes.
I’m okay if I continue to abide the simple rules of the street: don’t tell the authorities anything, don’t steal from fellow criminals, and don’t make cheques that your arse can’t check.
If you break the unwritten rules (which is easy enough if you have no idea about the “criminal code”) then you may be able to get away with a quick apology. But, more often than not, you’d best be prepared to fight.
I’ve learnt a lot of things from my time in jail, both good and bad:
On Monday 28 July 1952, the Melbourne Argus became the first newspaper in the world to print in full colour.
In what was a technological marvel for its time, there were coloured photos of sporting events on the front and back pages.
The front page banner was printed in garish alternate blue and red block letters, which hopefully has never been repeated.
This was accompanied by a photo of the AV Hiskens steeplechase at Moonee Valley the previous Saturday.
Front cover of Melbourne’s Argus newspaper, printed in colour, showing horse jumps racing
The Argus, Monday 28 July 1952, Front Page.
The Argus wrote “Here’s a picture that makes news – and newspaper history, too.
It is the first time ever that a newspaper anywhere in the world has produced a high-speed action news picture in colour [sic] within hours of the event. It proves that colour [sic] news photography for daily journalism is a practical proposition and no longer a newspaper-man’s dream.”