tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post2666811663314289860..comments2023-12-08T00:54:27.168+11:00Comments on Sorrow at Sills Bend: Summer of 1954lucy tartanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09244574932248425378noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-19796363928414074132007-10-19T18:35:00.000+10:002007-10-19T18:35:00.000+10:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-17545111246630435892007-03-24T20:08:00.000+11:002007-03-24T20:08:00.000+11:00Oooh, launching into the fiery bowels of musings o...Oooh, launching into the fiery bowels of musings on the 50s good, bad, or indifferent (love reading old newspapers - great selection you've found, Lucy!)<BR/><BR/>In 1953, my grandmother almost married an Ansett (man, not plane), and it was a broken engagement she never got over. I grew up with the constant musings of "Think how rich we'd be". Not now, I guess.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-43356580843472104832007-03-02T18:31:00.000+11:002007-03-02T18:31:00.000+11:00Wow, that's great! There wasn't any newspaper unde...Wow, that's great! There wasn't any newspaper under our lino and I felt gypped. There was, however, a huge collection of partially-used bars of soap stuck to the shelf in the linen press.redcaphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01916750858980883634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-67827284599617612872007-02-28T13:28:00.000+11:002007-02-28T13:28:00.000+11:00PC, you refer to Dinny as 'Dean of Arts'. He was o...PC, you refer to Dinny as 'Dean of Arts'. He was only ever 'sub-dean', in my time working first under Dean Geoffrey Blainey thence Dean Marion Adams. Which meant, for undergrads and plenty of others in the Faculty, Dinny really ran the show. I think he retired when the University outlawed smoking within uni buildings. After his retirement I would see him heroically swimming lap after lap at Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-41119671459472389372007-02-25T15:50:00.000+11:002007-02-25T15:50:00.000+11:00Me, I despise people who lie about other people.AO...Me, I despise people who lie about other people.<BR/><BR/>AOF -- Dinny was very gregarious and could easily have been visiting. He was also the type who loaned newspapers.<BR/><BR/>I bet it was him. It <I>feels</I> like him.Kerryn Goldsworthyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11270814460793882309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-23871280524875071042007-02-25T10:12:00.000+11:002007-02-25T10:12:00.000+11:00Golly, I'm so glad you asked. The cold war was a p...Golly, I'm so glad you asked. The cold war was a politician's war; a war of words, no mug feared being blown up by an A-Bomb hidden in a backpack. If we went, we'd all go, together. And so everyone thought about it. Meanwhile the Beehive Hairdo mimicked an A-Bomb explosion. That's fashion. Today you can get blown up by little bombs, anywhere at all, surrounded by women in the streets -and R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-89578587765762869902007-02-24T22:21:00.000+11:002007-02-24T22:21:00.000+11:00What a great conversation this is. Y'all are most ...What a great conversation this is. Y'all are most entertaining. Wish my house was older than 1969, all I have are some kids' measurements inside a cupboard.<BR/>RH, are you really at Yale? clearly you did not find the Cold War that much of a worry. Me, I still get nervous if China and India get shirty with one another.genevievehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02895689949182365454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-26017444364467909752007-02-24T17:28:00.000+11:002007-02-24T17:28:00.000+11:00Dorian/Pavlov (sorry so long to get back to this) ...Dorian/Pavlov (sorry so long to get back to this) - I was wondering if it was Mr O'hearn. I guess I could always compare handwriting. It wasn't Cardigan St though and not a shamrock in sight.GShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11963643826578219126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-51929353094646763282007-02-20T17:00:00.000+11:002007-02-20T17:00:00.000+11:00ooh lynn, you beat me to that point... except that...ooh lynn, you beat me to that point... <BR/><BR/>except that one of the photos posted (below, in the flooring post) does seem to date the house as more 50's than 60's, in my head at least. not that I'm an expert! but it has more generous and detailed timber mouldings than I would think a mid-60's house would have.<BR/><BR/>also: I have a crumbling cache of 20's newspaper pages from under my worldpeace and a speedboathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00735857941964784431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-41500661910144415152007-02-20T13:47:00.000+11:002007-02-20T13:47:00.000+11:00This sure beats the program from the Whyalla aeron...This sure beats the program from the Whyalla aeronautical club, 1962 I found stuffed down the back of my 'new' second-hand dresser.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-54382487615761493492007-02-20T13:33:00.000+11:002007-02-20T13:33:00.000+11:00Hate to rain on the historical parade, but the pre...Hate to rain on the historical parade, but the presence of 1953-1954 newspapers is not definitive proof of dating. You see, they could have been someone's old cache, like the ones under your old house, and have been applied to the floor for insulation well after their publication date. <BR/><BR/>Land titles search coupled with a trawl through council rate books is the only way to do it.<BR/><BR/>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-34224594778635365962007-02-20T13:23:00.000+11:002007-02-20T13:23:00.000+11:00Is that so. Well I'm sorry you lack stamina. I'd t...Is that so. <BR/><BR/>Well I'm sorry you lack stamina. I'd take over your lectures for you, and fly to Mildura too, but I'm editing a manuscript right now for Robert Manne. <BR/><BR/>It's called: Das Crapital -Selected Haircut Monologues at La Trobe University.<BR/><BR/>-Robert.<BR/>(Yale)R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-22034477068222501492007-02-20T10:00:00.000+11:002007-02-20T10:00:00.000+11:00RH - six comments on one post? I should be flatte...RH - six comments on one post? I should be flattered I guess, but to be honest it's a bit exhausting for me just at the moment.lucy tartanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244574932248425378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-6814970123882493612007-02-20T08:25:00.000+11:002007-02-20T08:25:00.000+11:00Yes RH, and we STILL treat aborigines as lesser be...Yes RH, and we STILL treat aborigines as lesser beings.Meredith Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00977264379899180896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-85481583852845584602007-02-19T23:13:00.000+11:002007-02-19T23:13:00.000+11:00We live now in terror.A dread unimaginable in the ...We live now in terror.<BR/><BR/>A dread unimaginable in the 90s 80s 70s 60s 50s. <BR/><BR/>Meanwhile it's a belly-button parade, an extreme expression of the scatter-brained notion that fashion can save the world.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-50265275839830094732007-02-19T20:38:00.000+11:002007-02-19T20:38:00.000+11:00Dear me,I seem to have started something I didn't ...Dear me,I seem to have started something I didn't mean to. I just thought you might like to know how ordinary people got what they called 'their own homes' in those days.<BR/><BR/> For the record, I was quite young in 1954, and like all memories, mine are patchy. Yes, they were times of casual, unthinking racism, the conservatives ruled, and Truth had a good racing supplement, although my Miss Bateshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998055337082500377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-3069585093152538592007-02-19T17:36:00.000+11:002007-02-19T17:36:00.000+11:00And what were the Sixties?- a ten-year parade of y...And what were the Sixties?- a ten-year parade of young bourgeois dopes all wanting to be famous for five minutes; an indulgence, a show, put on by weekend sloppy-dressers who'd never gone hungry in their lives, and stretching all the way from Berkeley to Melbourne. Same costume. <BR/>It was a turning point, a disaster -for the common poor, who could once rely on these spivarses to champion their R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-82203341235883088622007-02-19T17:04:00.000+11:002007-02-19T17:04:00.000+11:00Blokes only ever bought dirty old scandal sheet Tr...Blokes only ever bought dirty old scandal sheet Truth Newspaper for the Racing Form. That's what they said. And it was a pretty good joke, because Truth probably did have the best Racing Form. Its journalists were joke-telling S.P.-betting roughnuts who pulled no punches -just like a lot of their readers. Meantime the whole thing was an embarrassment to mainstream journalism; a glorious R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-21225358584046324392007-02-19T15:07:00.000+11:002007-02-19T15:07:00.000+11:00I mean, most people do have a go. At the 50s.I mean, most people do have a go. At the 50s.David Nicholshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13306950287048502105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-66932876517622135892007-02-19T12:02:00.000+11:002007-02-19T12:02:00.000+11:00I wasn't accusing you of having a go. But most peo...I wasn't accusing you of having a go. But most people do.David Nicholshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13306950287048502105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-35374528580029048042007-02-19T10:14:00.000+11:002007-02-19T10:14:00.000+11:00You can defend the 1950s all you want. I'm a bit ...You can defend the 1950s all you want. I'm a bit baffled that people seem to think I'm having a go at them. I wouldn't be moving to this suburb if I was inclined to just write that way of life off. <BR/><BR/>There were many more pages than I've reproduced here, and I'm afraid the discourse on race is fairly virulent, all things considered.lucy tartanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244574932248425378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-5147846880492341662007-02-19T10:08:00.000+11:002007-02-19T10:08:00.000+11:00My grandfather bought Australasian Post every week...My grandfather bought Australasian Post every week ostensibly for the crossword, which if I remember rightly was called Mr. Wisdom's Whopper - unpack that title if you dare. I imagine that my grandfather was not averse to the stories about (and pictures of) young ladies as well, though. My main memory from the Post was a story about a man who had all his teeth removed and replaced with shark's David Nicholshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13306950287048502105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-19298106211835388142007-02-18T23:41:00.000+11:002007-02-18T23:41:00.000+11:00Post was a downmarket men's magazine? Well maybe i...Post was a downmarket men's magazine? Well maybe if you were a bit posh? The Herald Sun is downmarket too, no worse than the old Post. The Women's Weekly was always a downmarket Women's magazine with a cake on the cover. That's why males read the Post, being uninterested in hairdo information, soap opera love stories, and Agony Aunt advice. <BR/>I loved the old Post, and so did Charlie Perkins, IR.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-83392891315710933552007-02-18T21:30:00.000+11:002007-02-18T21:30:00.000+11:00Pav - Professional Irishman is a bit of a low blow...Pav - Professional Irishman is a bit of a low blow. He contributed a lot more than that.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Lucy T - whenever I have replaced or fixed a wall or anything in a house I always put in a time capsule of newspapers and other stuff.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10611988.post-28596451865619920232007-02-18T15:07:00.000+11:002007-02-18T15:07:00.000+11:00Wasn't there a Dinny O'Hearn who once had a book s...Wasn't there a Dinny O'Hearn who once had a book show on ABC TV? Same person?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04094574872650885802noreply@blogger.com